There is overlooked satisfaction to be found in fulfilling the domestic roles of wife and mother, even when paired with career and vocations outside the home.
I am a runner. Even though I have run 12-20 miles a week for more than seven years, including many races, I don't refer to myself as a runner. I've recently given some thought to this reticence: 1. I don't consider myself good enough to be a runner. Runners are faster than I am, …
Running offers an analogy to our faith journeys. This post focuses on the joy of finding God's trail markers, intended to lead us on His path.
Grandma’s hands offered the perfect metaphor for who she was: diminutive and always delicate in appearance, she rarely topped 100 pounds, inside was a tough, scrappy constitution.