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“If This Turns Positive, It Is Freaking Baby Jesus”: Wife Breaks Shocking News to Husband After Bringing Home Adopted Newborn

"One stick turned positive and a different kind of vomit happened… word vomit… ‘OHHH SH**!!!’ I guess I said it loud enough for Sam to hear me, because he opened the door and asked to look at the test. He then started reading the box saying aloud, ‘Noooo!'"

To the Man Who Video Taped a Toddler Screaming as Her Mom Overdosed on Heroin

What not to do when you see a helpless child crying for her mother...

This Grandma Waved to These Students Every Day—When She Wasn’t There, They Had to Find Her

One morning, the "grandma in the window" was no longer there...

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.

Come to the Table

"We live in world of drive-thru, take-out, and fast-food. Fast, fast, fast. We stand up to eat more than we sit. We multitask, eat and run, eat on the fly. We do not come to the table. It simply takes too much time."

What God Would Say to Nurses

"My vocation, my skill, my calling, that thing that I’m good at will no longer be a thing... that kind of makes my job as a nurse obsolete in the hereafter."

When You Can’t Feel the Joy of the Lord

"For me, as a Christian, that hits hard. To not feel the joy I know Christ has given me could almost make me feel like a failure."

When It’s Hard Making Friends

"I never wanted to be friendless. I didn’t grow up hoping I would close my heart to trusting others, but that’s what happened."

Sometimes I Feel Crazy

"I can almost picture myself rocking back and forth in a white, padded cell as I blubber to my husband about being unable to control my emotions."

Why Do We Put God in a Box?

Why do we have no problem praying for God to heal a child’s cancer, but feel odd asking Him to fix our stuffy nose? Do we assume He’s too busy to deal with the little stuff, or are we limiting what He’s capable of and what He cares about?

To the Mom Who Worries Too Much About Her Kids

"In a world that would tell me a laundry list of conditions my little girl might have, I decided instead not to worry."

You’re Not the Man (Or Father) Who Left You

"I had spent over thirty years thinking I was the man (or men) who left me. That my identity was somehow built around that. The devil had spent years whispering in my ear that I was the girl who was easy to give up..."