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Bullied 6th Grader’s Tears Turn to Joy After Community Rallies to Sign His Yearbook

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Friend Says “Of All People, You Should Get Why Someone Would Abort a Cleft Baby”—Dad’s Reply Is Perfect

"My ‘friend’ said, ‘Come on, of all people, you should get why someone would want to abort a cleft baby.’ That shocked me. Why would he think that?"

During a Kitchen Dance Party, Foster Mom Hears Heartfelt Words: ‘I Miss My Other Daddy’

"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."

Brie Gowen

Brie Gowen is a 30-something (sliding ever closer to 40-something) wife and mother. When she’s not loving on her hubby, chasing after the toddler or playing princess with her four-year-old, she enjoys cooking, reading and writing down her thoughts to share with others. Brie is also a huge lover of Jesus. She finds immense joy in the peace a relationship with her Savior provides, and she might just tell you about it sometime. She’d love for you to check out her blog at BrieGowen.com.

I Would Die for My Children, But Sometimes I Want to Kill Them

I love my children so much, but if I’m laying it all out for you… sometimes I want to kill them. Like, shaken child syndrome, kill them.

‘I Just Want to Be Still’: Why It’s OK to Ditch Your 5-Year Plan

I know, this is a common question. We’re taught throughout life that for successful living we need to have a five-year plan. I get that. We’re encouraged to make goals, and then to chase them. We’re instructed to make a plan, plot out the course to achieving it, and to let nothing stop you in that pursuit.

What My 5-Year-Old Taught Me About Fear

"And as I turned back towards her I realized she was gasping in fear, hiccuping through a torrent of scared tears, her face red and wet."

A Letter to the Woman Who Wants a Better Husband

"If you’re that desperately praying wife, beating your head against the wall for how to make your man be a better husband, perhaps the answer isn’t found in him."

To the Christians Who Voted for the Lesser of Two Evils

I voted for Donald Trump. God, help me, I did. Southern-bred and Bible-belt brought up, our state ran red, of course it did, but I didn't vote strictly on party lines. I took a good look at the candidates before me, and I prayed. Oh, Lord, I prayed.

Why I’m Raising Flat-Chested Daughters Who Eat Cake

I didn’t want to tell my innocent, precious girl, “Your mom doesn’t always like herself. So that’s why I’m not eating your birthday cake.”

Why I Stopped Asking “Is This Really God’s Will?”

All I had was certainty. I’ve stopped questioning my ability to hear from the Lord.

An Open Letter to the Christian Who Thinks God Failed Them

You say you don’t hear from God anymore, but I wonder if you’re really listening. It may be hard to hear Him over the lies that have tried to blind you to His heart for you.