Faithit

"My son and I both cried ourselves to sleep that night."

"Everywhere she looked, there were mamas with babies or growing bellies. She took a sip of her chestnut latte and threw a beige leather purse in her cart, pushing back tears. Her hand wandered down to the place a baby once grew."

"Pull your head out of the sand and see your wife for who she is and what she does for you—while you still have time."

"Girls are expected to provide sex acts for tokens of affection, and are coached through it by porn-taught boys."

"Does that seem absurd to you? Are you looking strange? When you, once in a lifetime, cleaned the floor, you expected in the least, a prize of excellence with great glory."

"We only see a small point in time, a tiny little snapshot, compared to all of the life that’s being lived behind the scenes."

"The daunting statistics about church-going youth keep rolling in. Panic ensues. What are we doing wrong in our churches? In our youth ministries?"

"I tick off the seconds between, each breath a tiny struggle, a refusal to leave. Three seconds. Four. Not yet."