Advent 2017: See the Love
Rachael MacPhee
I live with the rise and fall of a breath warming my chest, the caress of soft buttery skin against my own and the
I live with the rise and fall of a breath warming my chest, the caress of soft buttery skin against my own and the
You know at traditional weddings how the wedding party walks down the aisle while the musicians stand off to the side singing or playing
This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.
I was sitting with my family in the studio waiting for our portrait sitting. Everything was running late and I had to be somewhere
Dinner conversation looks a bit different than it used to for me and my husband. After our daughter was born, many of our mealtimes
I turned my shopping cart down the next aisle and felt a familiar tension creep into my neck. The trees, lights, wreaths, ornaments, candy
Ever since I became a mom, I developed what I refer to as a mother tongue. I call every kid that enters my house,
“Dad, do you believe in soul mates?” I asked. His eyebrows raised behind the paper he was reading. “Well …” he began. His fingers
It seems easy enough, right? We tell our children to apologize and “mean it.” But we see them struggle to conjure up sincerity when
On the night of Cam’s funeral, we lit paper lanterns and watched them float across a starry Nashville sky. Some of the lanterns came