Articles on Mothers / Women

Musings by Mike.

When my three-year-old is especially pleased with me, due to some exciting homeschool project, favorite meal, or a really fun time, he pats me fondly and says, "Mom, you're a (...)

I have loved many things in my life that had no personal meaning to me. All because I loved what they loved...because I loved them.

Small children love to be identified, "you're a carpenter, you fixed my chair!" or "those are good brownies, you’re our little cook."

My son-in-law Gabriel and my daughter Rebekah came for a two-week visit. At my request, Gabriel examined the web history on my computer to confirm that I have not visited any (...)

...one day, just when it seemed that God didn’t want me to be married any time in the next 20 years, I received an e-mail from my mom. She wrote about a young lady that she a (...)

It was a balmy evening in March. The tree branches waved in the breeze and ducks swam in the nearby pond. My little brother and I skipped stones on the water while my parents (...)

The lady who smiled at her children, and the woman who showed honor to her husband, the hard-working church helper, those I held up as examples to be admired...by my girls (...)

...is always changing! When we were growing up at the Pearl house, there was an interior section of the hall wall that was never repainted, no matter how grubby, stained, or (...)