The most popular post on my blog is one I wrote last year called, The Number One Sign Your Kids are Just Borrowing Your Faith (and Not Developing Their Own). That post has been read by more than 80,000 people and shared almost 14,000 times. Clearly it resonated deeply with people. So what was the sign that your kids are just “borrowing” your faith? They rarely, if ever, ask questions about it. Many parents wrote…

When Bo was in prison and I (Gari) was dealing with serious illness, we needed to encourage and support each other because we were both in a tough place. As a man, Bo sometimes needed support in different ways than I needed as a woman. In our book, Grace Behind Bars, we both write about our journey. Following are some keys we would like to share for getting through difficult times. 1. When your husband…

Sometimes, life doesn’t go as we’ve planned. The test results come back—and they’re not good. The relationship ends. The money doesn’t come in. Infertility lingers. The dream doesn’t come true. So what do we do when it feels like our prayers go unanswered? When the things we’ve been asking God to fix for so long remain broken or unclear? After my own twenty-year journey of praying the same prayer and not (yet) seeing it answered,…

I love going on runs. Actually, let me be honest, if you were to see me you might describe what I do as jogging... or brisk walking. But, hey, at least I’m moving. I used to live in a home that sat at the bottom of a hill. The road that led up the hill was called Power Road. Don’t you love the name of that road? Something about it sounds daunting. And it was.…

Our home is a welcoming place to grandkids and granddogs alike. One day we were watching Bailey, our ten-year-old golden retriever granddog from the Waco division of Burchett Incorporated. She is a regal and beautiful girl who loves to swim. We took our Maggie and Bailey out to the pool to do just that. Maggie swims like she is competing for the final Olympic-team spot. She goes full bore to the end, jumps out, shakes…

I’m ready to leave the shop, but one thing stands in my way—the door. Not exactly a formidable barrier, but the odds are against me. My preschooler is running in circles, while my toddler pulls at my left hand; my right hand grips this terribly unwieldy baby carrier. Inside the carrier is my infant daughter. She is hungry and tired and howling. My purse is falling off one shoulder, my diaper bag off the other.…