“Mommy, can we take flowers to Grandma Debbie’s grave sometime?” Being just a week away from May 23, the timing was providential, so I...

Growing up, Valentine’s Day was good for one thing and one thing only—getting all the candy my mother deemed unnecessary to purchase on a...

As we celebrated Valentine’s Day this year, we didn’t aim for extravagance. But a two-year-old and a four-year-old don’t require much...

Following our previous two posts about the Bible study we did together, we thought we would take the time to describe some of the tools...

Admittedly, I struggled with committing to the amount of “homework” required by the study that Darcy wanted me to join her in. I...

Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph—these are names I grew up with. Countless Sunday School lessons were taught about these patriarchs of...

Hormones, mood swings, skin breakouts, fluctuation in weight—don’t all these things point to the fact that I was made to be a mother? So...

A mother’s love is uniquely special—warm, nurturing, sacrificial. God created women with exclusive abilities to care for those under...

We had the brilliant idea (or perhaps not so brilliant? The jury’s still out on that) to make traditional Welsh cakes. And while we were...

Perhaps it’s because I have spent the last two Christmases away from my family, that the Christmas traditions I grew up with seem all the...

The celebration of Christ’s birth and humble descension to earth is accompanied every year by nostalgia and traditions that vary from...

In our last Sister Chat, we asked ourselves how we find our identity in Christ. In this next (very informal) video, we went on to ask how...

Can it already be Thanksgiving week? I don’t know about you all, but it seems that each year I’m surprised at just how quickly the year...

Three young humans race around the dining room table, the fourth trying to keep up on hands and knees, while two dogs chase them and lick...

As a single missionary, I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that it may be a while before I will be living in my own place. I can’t...

Whether we’re taking a walk, cooking a meal, or working on a creative project, we feel these mindless tasks are best accompanied by a...

I’ll be the first to admit that I despise international travel. The jitters you start to get about a day before you fly, the constant...

Taking vacations with young children is nothing like taking vacations before they came along, but quite frankly I undoubtedly prefer the...

We recently started chatting about our individual journeys toward finding our identity in Christ alone. As women in different stages of...

Our parents gave us space to be bored—it inspired the use of our imaginations and resulted in some of our sweetest childhood memories....