How my daughter reveals who I really am—and am not.
Nine months is a long time to carry a child beneath your beating heart, tucked within your ribs. By the time my firstborn’s birth-day arrived, I knew she was a daughter. I knew she would share her first name with a beautiful flower—and that she would share her middle name with me.

Is there someone in your life you’re struggling to forgive?
Perhaps the situation goes back years and you just can’t let it go. You were so wounded. Or it may be the fight you had with a friend—or your spouse—and you’ve been so deeply hurt you’re having a tough time moving on.

We all experience storms in our lives—those occasions that bring pain, suffering, or loss. It’s in turbulent times that all sorts of questions come to mind: Where is God? Why has this happened? Was it something I did? Did God cause it? If so, why? The only safe place to go for answers in tumultuous times is God's Word. Let's consider what it says about why God allows storms in our lives: