During most of September, I have been battling and recovering from bronchitis. I don't think I have ever been this sick in my entire thirty-three years of life. And when I was at my lowest point, feeling utterly incompetent and useless, unable to care for myself and my kids, God met me in a surprisingly profound way.

Why (and How) Christians Should Talk About Politics Welcome to the final post in our series on politics. (Woohoo!) So we know that our...

Presidential candidates sticking out their tongues at one another and insulting each other’s golf game . Seriously?! Okay, so maybe they...

Usually, when people ask me how my husband and I met, I groan inwardly and think, “Great, here comes another condescending smirk.” I...

Can I let you in on a secret? I'm not always excited about being an author. It is certainly a unique and interesting path, but it is a...

{Reposted. Originally Posted February 2013.} Yesterday I wrote the first draft of my write-up for my in-class theology presentation on...