Letters to My Children: Introduction
I keep a journal for each of my children where I write letters to them and prayers for them. Each child’s journal is unique outside and in. My hope is tha...
Author: Heather Paige Hunt
“Widows Need More Hugs.”
At my local women’s Bible study, an elderly widow stood up. In tears, she timidly let out a secret. “I miss my husband and nobody touches me anymore...
Are You Communicating about Social Justice too Harshly?
Individuals and organizations raising awareness about social justice issues may adopt one of two different approaches: harsh or gentle. One website may jar the ...
Leviticus and Easter. God is the Same Yesterday, Today and Forever.
Once a week, summer camp staff woke before sunrise because, as tired as we were, we found Matt Lantz’s Bible studies more invigorating than sleep. I admit...
Story Time #5: Founding a Nonprofit Organization
This month, Love True launched its blog and invited me to join its crew of writers! For their first post, head blogger, Jackie, interviewed the founders (read R...
Jesus is the Bread. He is Enough at Life’s Buffet and His Commandments are Not Condiments.
I don’t know about you, but after communion, I want more bread. Maybe it is just because I come to church hungry. No, not figuratively- like literal belly-rumbl...
Snippets from Old Winter Posts
Sunrise is muffled by a pale veil, but the snowy ground glows. The scene framed by my window pane looks like spray paint on sidewalk chalk: The sky is three pas...
#WomenNotObjects. Does Sensual Marketing Fuel Sex Trafficking?
The now viral #WomenNotObjects video highlighting ads that objectify women was posted on January 11- that’s Human Trafficking Awareness Day. Coincidence? Probab...
Linking Childhood Sexual Abuse to Sex Trafficking
Most people reading this article already know about and maybe even advocate for victims of sex trafficking. But many readers do not know about its correlation t...
Story Time #4: Mommas Care for Many Needs, But Who Cares for the Mommas?
My friend, Sue exemplifies the godly advice to “love the people in front of you.” Every week, she hosts a playgroup for over seven mommas and their toddlers. Su...
Shelve Fleshly Selfishness and Serve Unswervingly
Full of zeal, we may ask God to use us for some great purpose. “I’ll do anything,” we pray. But when the call to help a hurting neighbor is uncomfortably unpred...
God Does Not Hold Spontaneous Q&A Sessions
God does not hold spontaneous Q&A sessions. We shouldn’t procrastinate on prayer then dial in with awkward unfamiliarity asking for quick advice on a ...
Patient Giver vs. Snappy Grouch
Sometimes Colossians 3:12 hits me over the head. I missed my quiet time this morning and was not exactly tender-hearted toward my children when they swarmed me ...
Panicking Like A Hebrew
Patience is virtue that babies have yet to cultivate. Especially hungry ones. When I lift my son from his bed he wiggles all over with excitement. “I̵...
One Thousand Gifts V
Inside the back cover my journals, I grow a list of little things I am thankful for. I started the habit after reading Ann Voskamp’s book, One Thousand Gi...
Snippets from Favorite Autumn Posts
I’m lamenting autumn’s pending ending. Especially this year, possibly the last of six beautiful years in New England where colorful hills spread lik...
Beat Poverty Before It Starts; Help an Orphan Aging Out of Foster Care
One quarter of the 400,000 children in the foster care system are waiting to be adopted. One quarter of those adoptable youth will not be adopted; rather they w...
Labor on Labor Day: Birth Story
The good thing about titling a post as a “birth story” is only people interested in birth stories will read it. That’s your warning. But don’t worry I won’t str...
Story Time #3: Addressing Forced Prostitution of Local Youth- the Efforts of Love True
Many of us, when we think of sex trafficking, picture Thailand or Moldova, not New Jersey. The truth is that the sex trade is big business here in the United St...
Spiritual Highs and Lows, God-sent or Self-induced?
As a youth, I experienced spikes in spiritual zeal after retreats, mission trips and concerts. Then I’d fizzle out like a flat Coke a week or few later. My peer...
Homeschool Planning: A Guide to Finding Your Rhythm, Building Your Routine and Filling the Slots
Rerouting to Homeschool Planning Guides I, II and III. I have divided this post into three parts: Homeschool Planning Guide I: Finding your Daily Rhythm Homesch...
God’s Visions Are Promises
When I discover a noteworthy truth, I like to paraphrase it and write myself into it. The exercise helps me swallow the passage and critically apply its lesson....
Story Time #3: Hosting a Noonday Collection Trunk Show
Hosting a Noonday Collection trunk show is one great way to make a twofold difference! As Christians, we are called to seek justice by helping the poor, the opp...
Resources: Bible Verses about Generosity
Jesus talks about money more than any other topic and much of the time, He brings it up in connection with doing justice. I have been compiling a list of these ...
Time for a Self-Worth Transplant
We all feel it- the need to know that we matter. Truly, each of us matters. A lot. We just can’t see the truth when we are looking for it in all the wrong...
Story Time #1: Making Room for a Homeless Teen
Ted Haynes, current campaign chair of the Tulsa Area United Way, encourages staff, volunteers and donors by telling his story. Well, it isn’t his story. I...
But How Can I Do Justice When My Time and Energy Are Already Devoured?
I know I talk big about doing justice even when you think you can’t. But I have to add that excuses are not always lame. While it is beautifully true that...
How I Made Bible Reading and Prayer a Daily Habit
I can believe something without knowing it. For years sermons and accountability meetings nudged me to make Bible study a priority and I believed them, but I di...
“Mommy, can the foolish man come over to my house?” Tonight My Son Taught Me a Lesson in Compassion.
There’s so much selfishness to teach out of my kids. I feel like I am teaching all the day long. Sometimes though, my kids teach me. Tonight my son’...