Grief changed everything I believed. About people. About love. About faith. But lately, I’ve found myself asking a question I thought I had already figured out: What does it actually mean to be a Christian? Not in the way we label ourselves. Not in the way we check a...
Back in September, I found the perfect house. It checked all of my boxes: enough space for the kids to each have their own bedrooms, a home office, and a fenced-in backyard. And, as icing on the cake, it’s not only in the kids’ current school zone but also within...
A couple of weeks ago, I decided it was finally time to do a massive purge and start letting go of some of the clutter that had piled up. But each box I opened felt like it contained tiny landmines. Keys still attached to a wristlet that says “Emily.” A book we bought...