I was sick of the eating disorder that tormented our oldest daughter, the smell of vomit in our bathroom, the arguments my husband and I had about where to hide the food so Jenny wouldn’t devour it on her night binges.
We’ve had some great articles throughout our years of publishing. Most of them are still there… alone in a corner… waiting patiently to be visited again. Here are the most shared from 2017. Go on and give them some love.
Being “pro-life” means treating all people with dignity from conception until natural death. It means standing up and speaking out when this dignity is being trampled upon. It means respecting the right to life of pre-born babies.
Vancouver, B.C. is consistently ranked at the top of the list for the world’s most liveable cities. The mildest climate in Canada, coupled with a breathtaking mix of the Coast Mountains and the Pacific Ocean, has drawn hundreds of thousands of Canadians and foreigners alike, all vying for a spot in one of the most […]
Imagine sexual desire freed and focused within the union of husband and wife. There is love, pleasure, and beauty in sexual expression during those seasons when it is a core facet of marital fidelity and love. Our sexuality was designed to be a willing servant of love. It becomes distorted by our willfulness or our fear. It is being remade into a willing servant of love. Love makes sexuality like a laser beam: its power under control, its intensity focused, nothing wasted or promiscuously scattered.
My life is spent in holes more times than its not. Some are deep and some are not so deep. I have this maniacal tendency to go from one hole to another, rarely staying above ground long enough to understand what above ground looks like. Instead, I’m repeatedly looking up from the bottom of some hole that I don’t necessarily remember falling into. But…here I am again.
When we encounter someone else’s story and our focus is on our response, then we’re just awkwardly going to botch the brush with rawness by either trying to escape connection to it or by feeling to obligated to be a part of the rescue.
I hate dementia. When I saw it developing in both of my parents, it was hard to see these beautiful, loving people incapacitated by the changes in their minds.
We are all wired to want happiness, love, and significance. We all want our hearts to soar for something.
In our “hurry-up” society, however, the race, which lies ahead of us, promises constant stress from the pressures associated with our busy lifestyles. Yet even though the stress in our lives may be inevitable, we can learn how to control or minimize the degree to which a situation is stressful to us.