by Dena Hobbs THE TABLE WITH NO EDGES We will sit down where feet tire from the journey. We will sit down where grief bends the back. We will sit down under roofs wrecked by artillery. We will sit down where cries sound from cracked walls. We will sit down where heat beats like hammers. … Continue reading
~by Kimberly Knowle-Zeller It’s no secret to anyone who knows me that I love to walk. I love to put one foot in front of the other. I love to get outside and move. My daughter, too, loves to walk. The simple joy of seeing her stroller brings cheers. She waves to anyone who passes … Continue reading
–by Jill Clingan When my daughter was a newborn, I felt lonely, anxious, and exhausted. I had read parenting book after parenting book, but the actual feeding and diapering and holding of a newborn, her cries, her hunger, and her needs left me feeling, many times, tired and alone. I felt a desperate need for … Continue reading
by Jennifer DiFrancesco Prayer We dare to imagine a world where hunger has no chance to show its face. We dare to dream of a world where war and terror are afraid to leave their mark. We long to believe in a world of hope unchained and lives unfettered. We dare to share in the … Continue reading
–By Joanna Harader Does every kid have “the hard year”? For me, it was 9th grade—the year I moved and shuttled between middle and high school and was bullied on the bus. For our son, it was 6th grade—the year of the thrown desk. (To be honest, none of his years were easy.) For our … Continue reading
by Jennifer Mills-Knutsen Scripture: 1 Timothy 2:1-6 First of all, then, I ask that requests, prayers, petitions, and thanksgiving be made for all people. 2 Pray for kings and everyone who is in authority so that we can live a quiet and peaceful life in complete godliness and dignity. 3 This is right and it pleases God our savior, 4 who … Continue reading
~by Kimberly Knowle-Zeller A single bell rang. And then it chimed again. One ring after another. Over and over. My daughter and I were walking and I knew it wasn’t yet noon, the time that the bells typically chime. The two of us walked towards the bells. As we approached the church, the bell continued … Continue reading
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