When your child is battling addiction, every moment feels like a crisis waiting to happen. You wake up each day bracing for a phone call, a message, a silence that lasts too long. But even in the most fragile moments of fear, God can break through with a whisper so clear, you never forget it. Four months into my 17 year old daughter Regan’s treatment, I was still holding my breath. She had been doing well, connecting with her recovery group and finally starting to look health

Ephesians 6:10-18 describes the Armor of God, equipping us to stand against the enemy’s schemes. Each piece of armor is a spiritual weapon.

I cried out to the Lord and grieved for my hurting and grieving friend. In my weakness, I didn't know if I would have the right words to say

The holidays can be challenging for everyone, especially if your loved one is struggling with mental illness.

Your daughter may be struggling. Raising daughters to become confident women in this world is challenging.

We all grieve when someone we love passes away. We can also experience what’s known as ambiguous grief,

Pain has a way of twisting you up inside. Pain will make you do things that you didn’t think you were capable of.

When our children struggle with life-destructive addictions, as their mothers, we can become entrenched in trying to save their lives.

It’s not uncommon for those who struggle with anxiety and fear to attempt to mask their weaknesses.

God has a purpose for your life, one that brings Him glory as you share His life-giving message of love and salvation with others.

The saying goes, hindsight is 20/20. This is true in many areas, but especially in parenting. We can all look back and see things we wish

I will never forget the day addiction knocked at our door for the first time. It came in quietly, unannounced.

But what about surrendering our will to God and to his plans? Do we willingly submit and lay down our own plans to yield to Him?

When we learn to trust God with the lives of our prodigal child, we don’t cease to have influence in their lives.

I hung up the phone in tears. No school during the pandemic? I relied on the school to give me respite care for my disabled child.

Are you raising a son? Or has your son suddenly become a man with responsibilities of his own?

I inhale and whisper, God. Please Help me—four words I say often. A mentor calls them breath prayers.

How do we praise the Lord with our whole heart? How do we worship Him with our very being, our soul, our will, our mind, and our emotions?

And when I’m looking at my schedule on any given morning, I am usually interrupted at least once.

It’s easy to want to give up. To throw in the towel. We have all said at one point or another, “I just want to go home and be with the Lord.