“Mom, Jesus Healed Me!”

“Mom, Jesus healed me!” These were the words so confidently spoken by my second son a few weeks ago as the morning sun was peeking through the window shades. My heart melted, and I smiled at his genuine, childlike faith. The bruise remained, but my son didn’t see the mark. Instead, he believed in a Healer, a God that had made his world better and beautiful. You see, two days...

What a Trip to the Grocery Store and a Child’s Love for Balloons Taught Me…

It is a regular occurrence: the trip to the grocery store. Most often, the trip is made with my two little ones, and I have to admit that I really do enjoy having them with me (Although, I will never argue a trip by myself for some quiet time as well!). Provided we don’t go during a time when naps are approaching or when we are all a bit overtired,...