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Sharing a home with other generations is something I didn’t think would turn out as wonderfully as it did. We felt the first desire to ask my mom to move in with us after my husband and I were married about a year or two, but we wondered how it would work. Would we miss our privacy? Would it cause conflict in our marriage? Would my mom feel too hemmed in? How would we work…

Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of Jesus, and Salome were up early. They hadn’t slept much anyway the past two nights–not after Friday when their beloved Jesus, incomprehensibly, had been disgraced and tortured to death on a Roman cross. Like a criminal. Like a curse. A mix of love and horror glued them to the scene, and now the image was burnt in their minds like a nightmare from which they couldn’t wake. Dreams were…

I came to know the Lord when I was 18 years old, just before I left home for a small secular college in Maine. I entered college with a fire in my heart to know Jesus more, but with a faith that was fledgling and tender. I joined the Christian fellowship group on campus right away and sought to start walking in the grace of God. I joined a peer-led Bible study and spent time with other believers my age.

I am the mother of five boys that range in age from four to thirteen. There is plenty of wrestling, energy, and chaos in our home. However, there are also moments when everyone is getting along, things are peaceful, and I feel my heart overflowing with joy and gratitude for each of my sons. 

One night a little while back, I was ending my evening in my usual way. Jared and I were making our way toward bed and I started listing off to him all the things that were rattling around in my brain. And for me, 9 times out of 10 those things will be worries and anxieties. Sometimes it’s just the next day’s to-do’s and demands, sometimes it’s concern about one of our kids or worry about finances, and often it’s discouragement that I’m not “doing enough” in some particular area.