When I look back at my thirty-three years of life, at first glance it seems as though everything I’ve ever wanted has been granted to me: my marriage, my children, my home, my career, and even my friendships. Yet none of these deepest desires of my heart came without a period of waiting and struggle…
After writing my book, People Are Good: 100 True Stories to Restore Your Faith in Humanity, I learned a powerful lesson from many of my readers—you never know how your small acts of kindness can ripple into something far greater than you ever intended. Time and again, I heard the words, “The person who did…
Watching my parents fight cancer for two years forced me to consider what life would be like without them. Talking to my single friends about their loneliness puts a sad ping in my stomach. Seeing my girlfriend worry about her widowed mother, I panic a little on her behalf. Watching a military wife while her…
I was deep into a project for work when my son knocked on my door. I could tell he was excited about something, so I paused and invited him in. He had found a video on YouTube of a homeless man receiving a free makeover. As I watched the video with my son, I also…
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on her face. As soon as the words rushed out of my mouth, I regretted saying them, but they tumbled out faster than I could pull them back. Once they were out there, the damage was done. We were eleven years old that summer at church camp,…
Eighteen months ago, my husband and I were co-teachers of an adult Sunday school class full of people we considered friends. The eight couples who regularly attended were people with whom we shared our lives—the good and the bad—and they did the same. We studied God’s Word together, we prayed for one another, and we…