When Love and Tolerance Become Hate Behind a Mask

In a country where “love and tolerance” is the sounding mantra of the time, why do I feel so unloved and so untolerated? As a conservative Christian, I find myself fearful of speaking my beliefs… fearful that I will be lumped into categories with racists, homophobes, or anti-feminists—all of which I am NOT. The insults flying over social media depict …

To My Strong-Willed Child

My dear strong-willed child, I see you. You might not think that I do, but I really do see you. Through the long and tiresome (did I mention long) evening clean-ups when picking up just one more block seems like an astronomical feat you just CANNOT complete, I see you. Through the preschool work meltdowns when coloring one more leaf …

Why I Refuse To Teach My Children Religion

The most important fact you need to know about me above being a mom, wife, or writer is that I am a “Jesus freak.” All good DC Talk lovin’ 90s kids know exactly what I’m talking about. I believe in God and trust in what Jesus Christ did for me when he died a gruesome death on the cross. Call …

When You Realize You’re “That Mommy”

There are moments in life that truly define you, life-altering moments, like that moment when you find yourself in the walk jog RUN of shame across the public playground because that little boy with the pants and big boy Cars underwear wrapped around his ankles, watering the swingset with his tiny manhood is your child. Before I was a mom, I had motherhood …

Meet God-Sized Dreamer, Chanda Rigby

Whether we realize it or not, we could be making a monumental impact on the people God has placed in our lives, especially our children. You and I could be the reason our loved ones find their own God-sized dreams! Our next God-sized dreamer found her own passion through the influence of her father. Unknown to him, his simple words …

Perfectly Imperfect

Okay, seriously… What is so wrong with wanting a tiny bit of perfection in my life? Is it too much to ask for my toddler not to create snow angels in his freshly made poop on the kitchen floor; or for my preschooler not to loudly scream and cry in the middle of the grocery store with quite the award-winning …