“Jude … come here, buddy.” I looked into the eyes of my toddler as he slowly walked toward me. I had just corrected him out of frustration in a tone that was too harsh — it was the first time I can remember doing so. I was filled with remorse as I looked at his forlorn little face, feeling like I had just completely failed in my motherhood journey.
The cozy living room was filled with the sound of cheerful conversation as people began to congregate in the quaint home. I found a seat near the piano and observed the eclectic mix of believers who had come together for this weekly time of worship, Scripture reading, fellowship, and prayer.
by Lauren Robertsonthe setapartgirl TeamSarah Guthrie
Written by Sarah Guthrie:It had become a treasured Sunday morning rhythm in the "coming of age" season in my life. While the rest of our house had a classic case of get-out-the-door-in-time-for-church mayhem, time slowed to a leisurely pace as I admired the adept movements my step-mom made in sweeping a trace of blush across her cheek.
As I watched Eric’s red Toyota Camry pull out of my parents’ driveway, my heart soared with spiritual inspiration. It was the third time that Eric had driven me home from the music studio where we were both taking lessons.
The moment she walked through our apartment door, there was an almost-tangible radiance that emanated from her. She greeted us with overflowing warmth, and a delighted smile graced her face. She was an older woman who had recently become a widow. Instead of being subdued and serious, she joyfully testified of God’s faithfulness to her since her husband had died.
When I was seven, I wrote these words in my journal: “Someday, I want to become a world-changer!” I wasn’t sure how, exactly, but I knew I wanted to do something significant with my life — something that would help people, something that would make a difference.
Not long ago, Hudson felt God speak to him about his future. He learned about the many needs in the country of Cambodia and feels called to be a missionary there someday. Already, he’s begun to prepare to live overseas, even though he’s only nine.
Eric and I have been in ministry for about twenty years now. A good part of those twenty years have been spent discipling young adults and training them how to be grounded in the Word of God and firmly planted in the gospel. We have worked with thousands of young people who grew up in Christian homes and learned the basics of biblical thinking and godly character from their parents.
Many years ago, I received a three-sentence letter from a young girl that gripped my soul and broke my heart. She wrote, “Dear Leslie, my mom is pressuring me to start dating and sleeping around. I’m only twelve. What should I do?”Another time a fourteen-year-old girl told me, “My mom has told me I should never get married because if I do, I’ll only