Welcome, pro-life friends! Sign up to receive a FREE tip sheet on capturing compelling client stories. Sign Up Now Consider a fresh Voice for Life Susanne Maynes is an author and speaker who holds a Master of Theological Studies degree, served at a pregnancy help center for ten years, and blogged for Heartbeat International’s news site, pregnancyhelpnews.com, for seven years. Susanne’s ability to articulate truth, her passion, and her intimate knowledge of the world of pregnancy centers has established her as a trusted voice in the pro-life world. Her speaking Continue Reading
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How to give advice to your adult children
Grandma was on babysitting duty. She noticed that her grandson dawdled and played with the meal she'd fixed him, so she reached over and began to spoon-feed him. That might have been okay—except that he was five years old and perfectly capable of feeding himself. When our kids grow to adulthood, it can be hard for us to let them make their own decisions. After all, we’ve spent a couple of decades training them. We have more life experience. We would love for them to learn from our mistakes. As a result, we can be tempted to spoon-feed our adult children—not with veggies, but Continue Reading
Why a seemingly negative word might be just what God wants you to hear right now
Watching her husband’s pickup head down the road toward the construction site where he was working, “Mona” had a feeling something bad was going to happen to him that day. However, Mona had been trained in the art of positive confession, so she brushed the thought from her mind. It’s just the enemy trying to get me to be fearful and negative. The feeling came again, stronger this time. Mona got more aggressive and rebuked the negative thought. Later that day, Mona’s husband was injured when he fell from a roof. She realized then that God had been warning her so she could pray Continue Reading
How you can gain revelation from hard times–and why that matters
I’m lying propped up in a dimly lit room, curtained off from the other occupant. Lifting heavy eyelids, I see there’s a man seated beside me. Oh, right, it’s my husband. He’s been here the whole time they worked on me. I went under the knife around 10 a.m., so I think it’s maybe eleven-thirty. I ask what time it is. “Two o’clock,” Scott says. Wait, what? I have no recollection of the recovery room. At all. This whole experience has been bizarre. First, the dawning realization that I’d need to get my hip joint replaced. Then the steps of preparation and planning. Get ahead at Continue Reading