It always amazes me how people all around us carry stories of miracles, and oftentimes we never even have the chance to hear them. When Lauren shared briefly on Facebook about how God healed her son Izak, I knew I wanted to hear more. The stories God writes in our lives are meant to be shared - to encourage and ignite hope. Not everyone's story is the same, and we can't pretend to know how God will work in each situation, but I'm thankful that through the witness In each others' lives, God continually shows himself faithful. I'm honored Lauren...

Let’s start with a fact. I am better at folding laundry than my children. In fact, I’m better at folding laundry than anyone in my household, and my husband will happily attest to that. I actually enjoy folding laundry under the right circumstances, I think it’s from my days working retail in college. There’s something therapeutic about seeing neat piles of clothes sorted by type and person. Now, let’s go to a confession. Some days, when my 4 year old asks to help me fold laundry, I honestly can’t be bothered. I give him an excuse, shrug him off, and say “it’s ok honey, you’re so...

This is a guest post written by my beautiful and talented friend, Jess. You can find her at Oil & Splendor. Anger is easy. I’m sitting on my couch, very pregnant, and very annoyed. Why? Because I’m impatient. I’m 37 weeks , and I think I should be finished, and that this little guy should come out…NOW! My other pregnancies were not like this. Graeme was born on his due date, and Scout was five days early. I was ready, but I don’t remember feeling this need to go early, or this extreme discomfort. A disclaimer…I have had a relatively easy pregnancy, but these past few...

I used to think I didn’t have any problems with my cultural identity. Clearly, I was just white, but looked a little Asian. I joke, but you know what they say about jokes! In case you didn't know, I was born in Taipei, Taiwan. When I was five years old, my mother, brother & I moved to a small beautiful town in New Jersey. There wasn’t much diversity, and I grew up for most of my school life feeling different and secretly wishing I was the same as everyone else. I wished our family was like all my friends’ families. I wished...