Loving the Mother Who Neglected Her Child

There are numerous ways to step into the world of foster care, and Jillian is one who boldly stepped in and now pours herself out daily as an advocate for these children. While serving with The Forgotten Initiative, Jillian has seen foster care from many angles. I'm...
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My conversation with God is my lifeline on the journey. As the psalmist wrote all those years ago, Because He has inclined His ear to me, I will call upon Him as long as I live (Psalm 116). Our hope, our joy, our glory is lifting our voices to the One on Heaven’s throne. The One who hears, who responds, and whose heart is moved at the sound of our voices.

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Kinsey Thurlow

Available December 27

A fresh recording of My Little One, with Jon Thurlow and the sweet addition of a few new little voices. To mark the completion of our 40 Weeks of Prayer, we’re giving this as a gift to our email friends–sign up to receive this song in your inbox on December 27 and beyond.

While You’re Still Small

While You’re Still Small

So for the last two months or so, I’ve barely gotten out of my pajamas. New motherhood can do that to a woman, I’ve discovered. It can also make you strangely okay to go out in public unshowered, with crazy hair and maternity pants (even though you’re not pregnant...

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Space to See One More

Space to See One More

When I met Sophie for the first time, she had a tiny African girl on her hip who was calling her Mommy. Anyone who looked at that blonde-haired, blue-eyed mother and her dark-skinned daughter could see a love that was running deep--something God-infused....

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Is Love Enough?

Is Love Enough?

My burden for the orphan began when I first stepped into Russia's orphanages over a decade ago. Those children gripped me in a relentless way, and I've never been the same since. I've recently had the privilege of meeting a mom who has received four once-orphans from...

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And After the Storm…

And After the Storm…

I slid my hand into his, weeping. I remember even before dating, noticing that musician’s hands. They’d pounded thousands and thousands of hours away on the piano’s keys. And I thought, “I’d like to hold one of those hands some day.” And now, nearly seven years into...

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Rich Gifts, Poor Givers

Rich Gifts, Poor Givers

It was Christmastime, and all the students through the school were scraping together their nickels and dimes and asking their parents for those prized dollar bills. The school’s Christmas store was open the week before holiday break for any student shoppers who might...

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