Dear Young Ones,

Dear Young Ones,

By: Ginger Hughes Dear Young Ones, I know you’re scared. I know you’re scared because you’ve been pulled away from your mom or dad, grandmother or grandfather, tears flowing from their eyes, a look of terror on their faces. I know you’re scared because people are...
Together We Can

Together We Can

By: Ginger Hughes I’ve spent a lot of time in hospitals in recent months.  A LOT of time.  And while I spent most of that time in my mom’s room, I still had ample opportunity to notice some things, one of which is how many people it takes to run a hospital....
Drop The Ropes

Drop The Ropes

By: Ginger Hughes Our youngest loves to pretend “horses.” This means he holds one end of a rope, and someone who loves him enough to go along with his shenanigans (namely me, his daddy, or a grandparent) holds the other end while he pretends to lead us around like a...
The Sunday Challenge

The Sunday Challenge

By: Ginger Hughes In just a couple of hours, my house will most likely look as though something exploded. How do I know? Because it happens almost every week. Tiny shoes will be dumped out of the basket and onto the floor of the closet in an attempt to find matches....
Small Acts With Big Love

Small Acts With Big Love

By: Ginger Hughes Some days it all feels overwhelming to me.  Does it to you? I watch the news and discover enough sadness and darkness to make me want to crawl back in the bed and pull the cover up over my head. Families are being murdered in our churches, children...