In a year that has brought chaos, division, and wounds that may take years of healing, God is being spoken about more than ever it seems, by both believers and non-believers. And with an opportunity to share the Gospel, to bring glory to our Father and add many to the Kingdom — I have to wonder, are we missing the opportunity?

I hate stuffed animals. They don’t get played with and get smelly and dirty easily, so Kinsley only has a handful.

2020 brought death and new life. It brought grief and celebrations. It brought loss of jobs and new opportunities. It brought moments we never want to forget and moments we never want to remember. For some, it brought a deeper reliance on God, for others, it caused the question, “Is there even a God?” to be asked.

I didn’t choose a word of the year this year. I didn’t make any big resolutions. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with either of those things — normally I do choose a word. But this year, I just didn’t feel the need, or even desire to do so. I’m not set out to crush any major goals or make any radical changes. But that doesn’t mean I’m not excited or hopeful for 2021. Actually, I’m really excited.

Nine months is always a bittersweet milestone. Nine months it took to grow this little human, and now here she is, nine months earth-side.

"How has it already been _____ months?" I keep asking myself this as we hit each monthly milestone.