The “flock among [me]” occasionally felt overwhelming in Africa. Need was everywhere. Where did my “flock” start and stop?

The first time I heard this song by Andrew Peterson, I didn’t care for it. The question/response format set to music did not appeal to or pull me in. It didn’t make me feel as warm and fuzzy as many other songs have. Please don’t tell Andrew Peter...

“I don’t get it,” I said to my husband of two weeks as we drove away from the first family reunion I’d ever experienced. His extended family was huge and totally opposite of mine. I had only one aunt and uncle and when we added another two chairs ...

Family can be such a joy one moment and then be a source of contention the next. One minute you feel so blessed to have them and in another minute because of what someone says or does, one can feel so shut down by the very family they feel blessed...