I can remember the effort it took—my small feet pressing hard into the grassy hillside leading up from the parking lot to the entryway of the small country church. Working hard to
While 59% of women consider their faith to be important, 54% seldom participate in prayer, scripture study, or religious education groups. That means that a majority of women aren’t actively involved in
I recently realized that we only have nine more Christmases with our oldest child before he launches into the world as a young adult. That awareness sparked a desire to cherish each
What if I told you gratitude could increase happiness? What if I said that scientific research shows positive physiological benefits when we meditate on what we’re grateful for? What if I said
I was raised by parents who loved God and people and taught me the importance of their brand of hospitality—having an open heart and home. Their genuine, “Y’all come” mindset wasn’t an
Over the summer, the Esther Press blog authors wrote a series on the full armor of God. We covered the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, the shoes of gospel peace,
One of the biggest strengths women have is our ability to foster community. We find a variety of ways to come together because we enjoy each other’s company. The beauty of community
I always wanted a sister. The Lord gave me an older brother, who after a contentious start to our relationship in childhood, is now one of my closest friends. But, as a
Book recommendations are not hard to come by, but good book recommendations are a different story. Especially when you’re looking for something to read that resonates with you spiritually, trustworthy suggestions are
In Sharon Jaynes’s book Praying for Your Child from Head to Toe, she tells a story about her grand-niece Lillian. My niece Anna dropped her kids off at school and then went
My daughter has played soccer since she was seven. At first, I prayed that her knees and ankles would hold out. Then, as the girls on her team matured and improved in
My daughter attracted athletic awards like fruit flies on watermelon rinds. I felt sorry for the other girls in her grade on elementary school field days. She’d come home with a fistful
