I want to start with a confession: I am a recovering perfectionist. I grew up with a mother who...
I want to start with a confession: I am a recovering perfectionist. I grew up with a mother who...
One summer about ten years ago, we were in Ohio for one of our mini-furloughs. A woman from a...
The tone of my mother’s voice on the phone scared me. There was something terribly wrong, though neither she...
Written by Marti Lembke Ministry is going so well; why now, Lord? When we were home on furlough, our...
