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Follow Pastor Mike and the other Time of Grace blog writers as they cover a wide variety of topics. Though each writer’s unique style and perspective give each post a different flavor, all of their writing will help you reflect more deeply on the grace of God in your life and how you can live your life to serve him.
To the moms who take their squirrely kids to church
Dear Mamas of little ones, I sat behind you in church this week. I saw you struggle with holding two kiddos because the one…
What Should I Say When . . .
I don’t know about you, but this being-a-grown-up thing kind of stinks. A quick poll of your friends (and your life!) will show you…
The Ache of Empty Arms: 6 Ways to Support Parents After Infant Loss
Stacy was five months pregnant when her water broke. She was put on complete bed rest, but one week later, Kora Ruth was born…
Getting someone off the ledge
Last month the board that oversees the Golden Gate Bridge approved a $76 million funding plan for a suicide-prevention net. In 2013, 46 people…
God’s Letter for YOU
It seems like Satan and his minions have been working overtime. Easter was only a few weeks ago, and yet somehow the joy quickly…
Are you parenting like a Christian?
I’m fairly certain I have given my children the impression that they are supposed to behave so they don’t embarrass our family or bring…
4 Tips for Fighting Fair
I have a tremendous flight response. This is why there probably couldn’t be a worse person to write on the topic of fighting fair….
8 Conversation Starters for Your Marriage
When my husband and I were first married, as we’d drive in the car, we’d occasionally ask each other questions such as “What am…
Helmet. Bubble Wrap. Knee Pads. Go!
Gah! I am (nearly) speechless! Over the course of three days last week, three news articles informed me that • a New Hampshire school…
Water the Grass on Your Side of the Fence
Fourteen years ago, my then-boyfriend surprised me by flying from Kodiak Island, Alaska (his home), to Milwaukee, Wisconsin (my home), to ask me to…
Waiting Is the Hardest Part
My sleepy-eyed child walked into the kitchen a few mornings ago and asked for scrambled eggs. I had to let this famished child know…