Not everyone will have a happy Thanksgiving…especially this year. Many are out of work, have issues relating to health, children and family.  Some are mourning a loved one, others are facing the holiday season as a divorcee for the first time.  What happens to thanksgiving and praise when peace disintegrates into chaos? I’ve been through...

I feel there is no longer any love between me and my husband. We also have different ideas about how to bring up children.  I am very troubled by my marriage, and hope you can help me. Advice: From what you mentioned in your letter, I can empathize with your discontentment and feeling of hopelessness. I also detect that you feel powerless...

As a child, I never imagined that one day, I would suffer from chronic pain. I was an active kid, a teen who loved physical activity. I thought I would remain healthy forever, but sometimes, life takes a detour. A few months after the birth of my third child, my right side started trembling whenever I made the slightest move. Inexplicable weakness,...

Alone and discouraged, I sat staring at a computer screen. I was frustrated by the way my life had turned out. I’d worked hard to hold onto remnants of hope for my marriage, but each day that summer I could feel it slipping through my fingers.  I felt so alone.  God was still there, I knew, but there was a longing for people who would talk back....

At 19 weeks I gave birth to a little boy.  We named him Jacob.  We said hello and goodbye in the same hour. He is not a miscarriage or an almost-child, he is my son.  This letter was written three years after his birth.  This is a glimpse into my mother’s heart, a letter written to Jacob my son who resides in heaven.  If you (or someone you...

“If you can’t feed a hundred people, then feed just one.” ~Mother Theresa He is unaware of my presence. His eyes are closed, the patterned quilt above him faintly rising and falling. The small clock radio at his bedside blares an old country station, but the silence is overwhelming. Grandchildren innocently look out from photographs haphazardly...

“I’m sorry. I can’t find the heartbeat,” she said.  I stared in shock at the ultrasound machine. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.  It hurt too much to think about it. “What?” my mind screamed. “What are you saying?”  But really I didn’t want to know.  I stared at the screen willing the baby to live.  A month before,...