About Us . . .

I am Nancy Wilson, married to Douglas. We have three married children, which has resulted in thirteen grandkids. It's a party at our house, and you can find some of that here. Blogging along with me are my daughters Bekah and Rachel, and my daughter-in-law Heather.

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I am proofing a book for my husband which is a commentary on the book of Hebrews. I was working away when I came to this paragraph, which I feel I must share with you all because it is so good and applies to everything, especially as we consider father hunger or mother hunger or […]

I’ve mentioned that I think lots of women have mother hunger. But father hunger is something that may be far more pervasive. The point seems to be that mothers fail and fathers fail. And when they fail in a spectacular way, there can be spectacular results. When mothers fail, daughters grow up without the role […]

The central glory of our faith is that we have a Savior. We are loaded down with sins, shortcomings, failures, bad habits of mind and heart, and an assortment of all kinds of baggage that make us miserable. We are the kind of people who need a Savior, so Christianity is the religion for us. […]

Sometimes I talk with Christian women who are trying to overcome discontentment when I think it is really grief they are dealing with. It could be the loss of a loved one, the end of a relationship, or a wayward child who has left home. It’s helpful to identify what’s really going on in your […]

When troubles come, we need to process them like Christian women. Grief over the loss of a loved one is trouble indeed, and it is important for Christian women to take heed to their souls in the midst of such trouble.
We have a Savior, and we believe that He governs the world with wisdom in […]

Years ago while I was trudging along the sidewalk in crummy weather (melted snow, lots of standing water along the roads), a truck went sailing past me and completely doused me, head to toe, with cold, muddy water.
I remember that very helpless, cold, wet feeling. And I’m afraid at the moment I didn’t see the […]