Brooke McGlothlin

A friend asked me the other day how I'm able to keep my feelings from running my life. My answer? I don't always. But I'm learning.

I love how light can bring out the unseen beauty of a person or thing, but I'm learning that it can't always be controlled.

in man's economy, broken + broken often equals more broken.

The latest statistics show that as many as four in ten women have experienced one or more abortions. The next time you’re in a large group of women look around and let that statistic wash over you.

This mothering gig is hard work, and it doesn't really matter if you stay home with your children or work outside of the home. Most moms, regardless of their work status, want the very best for their children, but all too often, mothering leaves us drained, worried, and desperate for a touch from God.

A quiet boy isn't better than my loud ones. My loud ones aren't better than your quiet ones. Not in the eyes of God.

I know many of you are wondering how and what to share with your children about this tragedy. Based on my experience as a counselor, as a mother, and as someone who's lived through something similar to what Newtown is just beginning to absorb, here are a few tips for you to ponder.

Last Thanksgiving I prepared a day of wonderful education and hands-on experience for my boys. As a homeschooling family, we're always looking for ways to make the calendar come alive, and it had occurred to me that my boys, then six and four, had never really learned the story of Thanksgiving. I decided it was time for that to change.

The light was nothing short of remarkable. No mountains blocked it. No hills kept it from view. I turned a complete 360 and realized that everywhere I looked there was light. And I was stunned...and also hooked on beautiful light.

When painful surprises of life come, our faith can take a hit. How do we resolve all of the questions we have about God when life just hurts too much?

Pray purposefully and passionately for the hearts of your sons.

We hope that by putting our daughters on birth control we will protect them from getting pregnant, or getting in a position where they have to make a choice. But I submit that doing this communicates a negative message to your children.

When was the last time you danced in the freedom of your forgiveness? When was the last time the joy of your salvation overwhelmed you such that you shouted to anyone who would listen, "Come see a man!!"

How? It's the question we would sell our most valuable possessions to answer. How do we ensure that our children will grow up to love and serve the Lord? Is there a forumla to follow?

The ability to really see the beauty of life, to stop and pick up the flowers, to feel the green grass sway around me, and get lost in the breeze as I run through the field...those moments of passing splendor come less and less often as I fight the skepticism that comes with seeing too much pain. I've lost my twirl.