It’s easy to become flustered about homeschooling decisions, especially in the early years. What curriculum? What courses? What method? We could simplify the whole decision and remove the stress by reminding ourselves of the purpose of education: Making our children more human.

Do you or your children struggle with nightmares? We do in this household, and here’s how we’ve learned to re-tell them in light of redemption (with a bit of silliness too).

Does your work as a stay-at-home-mom ever feel embarrassing and shameful? Do you feel less-than because of your “so-called job”? Here’s your encouragement, mom: Your work is worthy. Here’s how we can hold our heads high as we tell people we are stay-at-home-moms.

How are you teaching your children about God? As believers, we may think that as long as we share the key stories, send our children to church and youth groups, and memorize the passages from our curriculum, all will be well. Yet we live in a world of deconstructed faith and every wind of false doctrine. What if our children need more than memorized Bible verses and a children’s program at church?

How good, true, and beautiful children’s books can help us move from childishness to childlikeness, and renew our hope when we grow jaded by the world.

Are children simply born with a good imagination, or is it something we must cultivate in them? I believe its both, and here is how two women in my life worked to make my imagination what it is.

Do you strive to keep your home and children orderly and beautiful because you want them to glorify God and love the right things—or because you want others to think well of you?

Is love always welcoming to everyone? What if sometimes loving those most precious to us means driving away those who seek to harm them?

Giving space for our children's imagination requires our patience. Here's how God has helped me learn to slow down and give my little ones the space to imagine—and how that's helped my own imagination in the process.

Have you gotten off track with your Bible study habits? When my twins were born, my habits were quickly uprooted. But when my life quieted down again, here's how I rebuilt my quiet time routine and got back into God's Word.

Book review of Tim Challies book Seasons of Sorrow.

When all the trials of motherhood assail us, we can trust that through it all, Christ will hold us fast. Here's my story of trusting Christ to hold me fast through postpartum depression and anxiety.

We don’t like to think of our cute, tiny children as being sinful. As moms, we may feel uncomfortable even telling our children they’re sinners. Why do we want our children to feel guilty? But what if the uncomfortable, bad news is necessary before our kids (or anyone) can truly understand the good news of the gospel at all?

Being a mother has humbled me. Weekly I’m faced with my own questions and failures. Yet our Heavenly Father is the perfect parent to us all the time. And being our perfect parent, we can look to him and image his love to our children. In her latest book, Christina Fox reminds us of how God cares for us as his beloved children and how we can reflect such care to our children through our parenting.

As the Christmas season approaches, memories around my twins’ traumatic birth start to tumble in my heart. How do we quiet our hearts to enjoy Christmas this year? How do we find the peace that was announced on Christ’s birth? I think of Mary, the mother of our Savior, and the example she left us.

Every baby, every mother, every family is different to some degree. What works for one mom or one baby might not work for another; but in both my pregnancies and postpartum experiences I’ve found these six things to be true each time.

More than six million people in the United States alone face intrusive thoughts. Perhaps you’re one of those people. And perhaps like me, these thoughts rattle you and your faith at times. What’s wrong with me? How can I, one redeemed by Christ and indwelt by the Holy Spirit, experience these kinds of disturbing, violent, or sexual thoughts?

Discipleship doesn’t only take place in quiet rooms with books, Bibles, and coffee—it also takes place in the bustling homes of our fellow brothers and sisters in Christ.

One day as I struggled to burp one baby while the other wiggled next to me, I muttered to my husband, “God should have given mothers of multiples the ability to grow an extra arm.” But as each day passed and more people offered to help, I realized that God had given us something much better than extra limbs—he had given us whole people who loved us and our children.

April was c-section awareness month. All month long I scrolled past social media posts empowering me to stop seeing my scars as a failure but as celebration of what my body could do. Those posts angered me. My body did fail me, I thought. There’s a bit of truth to that, but I’m learning that there is still cause for celebration—though not in me and my body, but in a God who is much greater.