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...
Author: Heather Paige Hunt
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’...
So You Want to Change the World. Does Your Journey Look like Mine?
I remember finding out about human trafficking and the orphan crisis all in one Sunday. In the months following, I attended local awareness events and scoured t...
Savoring the Last Snow. Hopes.
Funny how I yearly lament autumn’s pending ending yet the first snow brings joy. I never settle into winter, as long as it lasts, I wait wait for it to en...
About Sex Trafficking in America
My friend, Steven Wen is the founding board chair of Love True, the anti-trafficking organization I helped found and still love dearly. In a post recently publi...
The Christian Alliance for Orphans Summit. I’m Going!
April 30-May 1, I’ll be at the 11th annual Christian Alliance for Orphans Summit in Nashville, Tennessee! CAFO is for anyone who cares about orphan...
Of Faith and Finances: Encouragement for Founders of Nonprofit Organizations
To the start-up starter uppers out there willing to work years as full-time unpaid staff because you are committed to a calling bigger than yourself, can I (alo...
Free and Crowned, Crowned Free and Other Anti-Human Trafficking Businesses
Freedom for the oppressed does not start or stop at their rescue. It starts with funding investigation and intervention by initiatives like IJM and A21. It stop...
The Baby Drop Box
Have you heard about The Drop Box? Pastor Lee Jong-rak is a modern day George Muller. His congregation is living out the gospel. When I heard about Jong-rak...
Reverberations: The Power of Your Words in Little Ears
Just type Peggy O’Mara into your Pinterest search bar and see dozens of prettified quotations. Chiefly, The way we talk to our children becomes their inne...
Lessons in Compassion for Kids at Christmas Time
Now that I have a preschooler, that degree in Curriculum Development and Instruction is leaking into my parenting. Today I considered how I could incorporate ch...
Complex Ways of Stating the Obvious
Dad’s top answer to my curious-kid questions was “to make you ask questions.” I may have actually believed that God made the sky blue so that ...
How I Weaned My Toddler off Moviethons
I confess that I relied heavily on that DVD player for those hectic months postpartum. “Good morning Linus,” I’d greet my toddler rubbing the ...
With Blinds Wide Open. On Living Candidly
Every summer day, I stare over my sink at my neighbor’s garden shaded by four four-story oaks and surrounded by eclectically painted houses. Beautiful. From my ...
Recapture Childhood Raptures
Remember childhood, when the small things evoked excitement and the big things, elation? Dandelions for instance. Dandelions seemed almost magical to me, their ...
“I want my daughters to be beautiful, accomplished, and good.” -Mrs. March
When I was 23 years old, I drove from Florida to Maine by myself. I borrowed the Little Women audiobook from the Jacksonville Library then mailed it back from K...
Hang a Candy Cane on my Sugar Maple and Call Me a Pessimist
“Uhh it’s snowing” I texted Chris in his business school capsule “on November 8.” At lake level, it had been raining but as we asc...
Friendship and Kitchen Knives
I watched my mother do the friendship dance through my seven childhood moves. So when I married a military man turned graduate student five years and four apart...
Like Three Seasons at Once
I appreciate a tri-tone leaf green, yellow and red all on one like I relish in a tri-tone street like I savor a tri-tone state of mind. Our block this week seem...
Partly Cloudy with Scattered Leaf Showers
we climb the hill to roll back down it we climb again to sit on it Linus hops rock to rock talking about bugs and prying caps off acorns to “help the squi...
Encouragement for Our Great-Great Grandmothers. And for Us. 1893
It’s been one of those days. Low on memory-making. High on need-meeting. You feel like the whole day got eaten by a diaper. You reheated your coffee four times ...
Delight Has Diligence Written All Over It
I’m still smitten by my renewed delights in creating things and in solitude. The dilemma is that moms have so little time for these leisurely delights. Si...
I Watched a Leaf Fall 170 Feet
The gorge is dim and cool. Where moss does not cover the walls, wet rocks glisten. The roar of the waterfalls grows louder until our route suddenly flanges out-...
One Thousand Gifts IV
I have been reading a borrowed copy of The Valley of Vision, a collection or Puritan prayers and devotions from John Bunyan to Charles Spurgeon. I recently read...
Bravery Begets Bravery
I did not model imaginative play to my son or inspire him into inventiveness. Creativity just flowed naturally out of him at thirty-six months old. Rather than ...
Barnyard Book
Since our toddler follows our improvised bedtime stories so well, I was curious to see how he’d receive a chapter book. A barnyard book like CharlotteR...
Letters to My Children: Stop and Stare
This letter to my 10-month-old daughter is part of the Letters to My Children Series. In each child’s journal, I write prayers, encouragement, advice and ...
Discerning God’s Will Is Not the Nerve-Racking Puzzle I Once Thought It Was
Have you ever dreamed up a mission but wondered whether the idea came from God or from your own head? Obviously, discerning God’s voice correctly is essen...