Three Little Water Cups

Three Little Water Cups

The days are long, but the years are short. The lists continue to accumulate yet the hours to check things off are not enough. The volume in the house is perpetually loud, from the hungry crying baby heard on the monitor, to the frustrated toddler, to the two older playful kids wrestling on the floor. Read more

Our Source of Peace

Our Source of Peace

depression

This world is crying out, “Peace, peace!” Yet there is still no peace. Only turmoil.

Peace is not just the absence of turmoil. Have you ever experienced a calm before the storm? Eight months ago I remember having that almost eerie calm before the labor pangs begun. I knew indescribable pain was imminent. But just because there was a momentary lull, I was positive it wasn’t going to stay that way. In my head there was still the fear of the unknown. The future, was it going turn out okay? Could I endure the pain? Hey, would we even survive?!

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