Personal Testimonies
Daddy--the man who raised me
As the saying goes, any man can be a father but it takes a special man to be a daddy. [Not for young readers.]

I’ve often said that infertility is the worst thing that can happen to a woman. And only those who’ve had their hearts broken every month by a negative pregnancy test or who have conceived only to miscarry know that I’m speaking the truth.

A devotional on writing for the glory of God.

We recently went to see our granddaughter, Rachel, in the hospital. She was born at 32 weeks like my still-born identical twin girls, Sarah and Ruth. They would have been 35 years old. I stood transfixed at the humidicrib, looking at Rachel's tiny features, envisioning my babies who I didn't even see, let alone hold.

Mrs. S. offers a follow-up to her article on public education in response to a reader's concerns.

I want to start off by saying that many Christian families have their children in public school. What their exact situations are and the reasons for doing this are not things I wish to judge. What I want to share is my personal experience with public school in order that parents who are either on the fence about the issue or who think it's harmless, might have another vantage point to consider.

God's people are commanded to care for the widows and orphans; there are thousands and thousands of kids in foster care. These kids need parents; they need a safe place to be cared for by people who can shower them with love and attention.

Mother’s Day is fast approaching. Once again, I am preparing to go through all the expected motions of the day. I will honor my mother, which I want to do with great fervor. I will recognize the mothers in my church family with the customary “Happy Mother’s Day.” And while I am doing this, I will have a smile on my face. After worship, dinner, and celebration, I will quietly seek the privacy of my own room and weep for the unborn child I miscarried so many years ago. Blinded with tears, my eyes will reread yet another letter I’ve written to my child. [Not for young readers.]

Many women who marry will enjoy the blessed treasure of bearing children. Children are a heritage of the Lord and are certainly a tremendous blessing. In our churches and neighborhoods, however, there is a segment of married women who have not been given the gift of children. I find myself in this group.

Just before Christmas in 2001, the reality of abortion broke into my heart. When I think of that day, it still chills me.

I am persuaded by experience that feminism, or even an unconscious embracing of its tenets, is part and parcel of a life turned away from God's heart.

It is really hard for me to share this with you. I would much rather pretend I have always been a lovely lady and proper Christian - never involved with immorality, etc, but I had a burden that this story might help someone, somewhere, and show that even when we have no guidance, the desires for true feminine beauty still burn inside every little girl's heart. [Not for young readers.]

Mrs. Stewart shares her journey from feminism into godly womanhood. This is a powerful and very moving testimony, readers. It is not recommended for young readers because of some of the sensitive issues discussed.

I started counting down the days until I'd be holding a baby in my arms. But that wasn't God's plan. He'd done some work on my husband's heart, and now He had some work to do on mine.