In the aftermath of this tragedy, God called me to forgive—not just the mother who had caused so much harm, but to extend grace and help where I could. It became clear that we couldn’t sit idly by while single mothers and their children suffered.
When my family lived in Taiwan, each Christmas and Easter I went into schools and shared about Jesus. One of the first times, I was speaking to some kindergarteners, and I said, “You know how your parents love you even when you do something wrong?” Every child shook their head NO. It broke my heart. I shifted gears, remembering the culture I was in. These children had learned already that love was earned and could easily be lost in their culture.
When my husband, Tom, was in high school, a classmate leaned over and casually asked, “Hey, would you like to go to church with me sometime?” Tom wasn’t opposed to church. He’d just never been invited before. This invitation got him to a place where he began hearing the gospel.
Stacy Sanchez never thought her golden years would be spent this way. She and her husband had plans—a quaint retirement by the beach, mornings spent sipping coffee and evenings filled with peace. But everything changed when Child Protective Services dropped off her seven-year-old grandson with nothing but a small bag and a shattered heart.
When Joan C. Benson and Marjorie Wingert drove six hours together to a writers conference, neither predicted they would embark on a divinely orchestrated partnership. Together, Benson and Wingert bridge generations, cultures, and abilities to create children’s books addressing today’s most challenging topics.
In this powerful feature, Joan C. Benson and Marjorie Wingert share how their God-ordained partnership is shaping young hearts through impactful storytelling. Their work is a beautiful example of how women can build strong foundations for tough conversations that lead to lasting change. Read the cover story to learn how these two women are making a difference in the lives of the next generation.
I was snuggled deep in the covers when my eyes popped open and I heard the still, small voice of the Lord whisper to my heart. "It’s time to pray for the hurting children."
What says holiday cheer more than the smell of fresh baked cookies? Karen & Cherry Hundreds gather at a South Texas home on a crisp December afternoon. Guests get gloves,…
Julie Lavender in Leading Hearts magazine “People were bringing little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this,…
The more we intentionally nurture our relationships with God and each other, the easier it becomes to see ourselves and others through His lens of truth and love. Then, we can celebrate our differences and our sameness as God’s beautifully diverse people.