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Your Sorrow Will Turn Into Joy

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Truly, truly, I say to you,you will weep and lament,but the world will rejoice.You will be sorrowful,but your sorrow will turn into joy.~ John 16:20 In speaking those comforting words to his disciples, our Savior made use of this memorable sentence, “Your sorrow will turn into joy.” As I read the whole passage, I pondered over those words, and tried to find out their meaning. Perhaps you think...

Understanding and Parenting Gen Alpha

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Born between 2010-2024, Gen Alpha is growing up in a world very different from the one their parents and teachers did. This generation faces intense pressure from school, social media, mental health struggles, and the rapid rise of technology. Despite a deep desire to make a difference, parents, educators, and faith leaders often feel overwhelmed by the growing generational divide. In Raising Gen...

Encouragement for Heading Off to College

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College has a way of feeling like a reset button. It’s a fresh start, a new adventure, an opportunity to become “Robert” after eighteen years of being “Bobby,” and for Susie to become “Susana.” I’ve stood at the front of a classroom and watched freshmen file in with that unmistakable mix of energy and uncertainty. Some look like they’ve been waiting for this moment their whole lives. Others look...

Newlyweds, Tend the Garden

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You won’t have a beautiful marriage merely because you want one. Newlyweds often assume affection will carry them through their married life. It won’t. A wedding plants the seed. It doesn’t grow the garden. This year, my wife and I celebrated eighteen years of marriage. I love being married. But after nearly two decades, I’m more convinced than ever that a good marriage doesn’t grow just because...

When There’s an Empty Seat at Your Table: Trusting God in the Transition

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The first night we sat down to dinner—my husband, our two sons, and me—after my daughter left for college, I lost it. Her empty seat at the table undid me. It didn’t feel right without her beside me, without her filling the conversation with every detail from her day—the same child who could fill a ten-hour drive home from camp with stories. And without another female at the table, the whole...

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