By Bethany Mathis
Originally Published in Be Still Magazine, Issue 11
As a very young child, I remember thinking I needed to decide my future and learn all I could about my purpose in life. I was a fairly intense kid.…
By Kelsey Lasher
Guest Contributor
I’m sitting silently, listening to the conversation around the dinner table. My friends have gathered over plates of hamburgers and corn on the cob and all the fruits that summer has to offer, leaning in to fill their bodies with the products of sunlight and warmth.…
By Aubrey Coleman
Staff Writer for The Daily Grace Co.
When we think about God, a multitude of attributes and characteristics may come to mind—powerful, eternal, omniscient, sovereign, glorious, and too many to name. We think of Him often with the grandest distinctions, reasoning with the idea that He is not like us and rightfully so.…
By Joy Lopes
Staff Writer for The Daily Grace Co.
It is tempting to feel as though God has forgotten us in seasons of suffering.
“If He knows the pain this is causing me, why has He left me in it?”
Other seasons may be filled with temptations toward sin that feel unbearable and leave you questioning whether God sees your struggle.
“Doesn’t He see how hard I am fighting?…
By Laura K. Weld
Guest Contributor
It isn’t explanations we need. It’s a person. We need Jesus Christ, our refuge, our fortress, the stronghold of my life. It takes desolation to teach us our need of Him.
Elisabeth Elliot, Suffering is Never for Nothing
I read Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s classic, Love in the Time of Cholera, probably twenty years ago now.…
By Kayla Colvin
Guest Contributor
If there’s one thing that this pregnancy has taught me, it’s that I have a terrible habit of comparing myself to others. As my body grows bigger, so does my human nature need for affirmation. With the weekly updates and clickable hashtags, I consistently and begrudgingly find myself comparing my size and lifestyle against women all over the world.…
By Emily Brisch
Originally Published in Be Still Magazine, Issue 6
It was February. My daughter was six months old, sleeping in her crib while I had locked myself in the bathroom. I was sitting on the cold tile floor, my body shaking inconsolably while tears flowed from my exhausted eyes, and a pit grew bigger and bigger in my stomach.…