Guest Post by Molly Huffman Growing up in church, I always heard that God loved me. I heard that He would provide for me. I can remember sitting there in the church balcony, tucked under Dad’s arm while Mom sat in the choir loft. I consumed little morsels of the...

During a routine Wednesday night—quick dinner, kids in bed, followed by small group—a guy in our community confessed how worried he was about his work due to COVID. His job was dependent on people traveling and he already saw work dwindling those first few weeks of...

As our friends and family come out of quarantine, even the simplest thirty-minute conversation on the porch has felt monumental. We usually have a revolving door of friends in our home because my family is full of extroverts and our mission field usually takes place...