Spring Reed is our friend, as well as the editor of ByFaithShe. She pushes us to be better writers, but most importantly to be more like Jesus. Every fifth Friday, you'll hear her voice. But in all honesty, you hear her voice each day on the blog as she cheers us on and sharpens our skills to be writers for the glory of the Lord. Enjoy!
For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, "Abba! Father!" The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, heirs also, heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him so that we may also be glorified with Him.” Romans 8:15-17
Even though we were 9 months in, it all became very real as my husband and I sat in the courtroom that day.
Just a little over a year before, after several years of infertility and what seemed like endless fertility treatments, my body was tired. I was tired, and I am sure my husband was tired of all the hormone swings. ;) For both of us though, it seemed as though God was stirring within us a different desire.
He was stirring a different desire for the time, not a plan B.
I used to lay awake at night as my husband slept and read all the biographies of the children needing a forever home and cry. I always wanted to be a part of providing a home for children who didn’t have one because I could not imagine growing up without one. My heart was heavy for those who never had a safe place to come home to, people to love them no matter what and teach them all the many big and little things we need to know growing up.
But how in our situation would this ever happen? My husband was chronically ill, and it seemed we had a million things stacked against us.
One day out of my faith that may have truly been as small as a mustard seed, I prayed that if this was God’s will for our lives to adopt, He would just lay it in our lap. I was too tired to convince someone that we would be good parents despite our situation.
All we wanted was to love on kids who needed love.
Our first step was to take a short adoption class offered at our church. This class prepared us in so many ways (thanks again Fonsie and Leslie), but it mostly prepared us spiritually in ways we didn’t anticipate.
Even though my faith may have only been the size of a mustard seed, it was just a few months later when the answer to that prayer was laid in our lap.
After getting a text message from someone we knew, we found ourselves, driving down the road on a Thursday to see our children who had just been born at the local hospital. In just five weeks, we met a birth mom, prayed about what God’s will was for us, found a lawyer, completed all the training, paperwork and home studies. Everything went so smooth as we took our children (did I mention they were twins?) home to figure out this thing called parenting.
As the adoption process was coming to an end, we headed to the courthouse 9 months after bringing them home.
The biblical promises of how God has adopted us into His family, I am not sure I had ever fully understood until that moment. As we pledged to take care of our children, for them to be ours, for our inheritance to be their inheritance it all seemed to make sense at once.
Before that day, they were our children. We clothed them, took care of them, and called them ours but in that courthouse it was forever binding. It was an incredibly beautiful moment. A moment that was one of the sweetest of my life and greatest days of our marriage. I will never forget the details of that moment.
My children are more than a delight. They are smart and funny and can make any gloomy day bright. Yes, as we are entering the 3’s there are definitely challenging days and moments but they are what has continued to propel me forward.
They are what keeps me on my knees, praying that I am who I need to be for them as only God can do.
Their story of how God redeemed us (yes, them and my husband and me) here on this earth through their adoption, is a beautiful picture to a lost world of God’s eternal redemption for those that choose Him and are adopted into His family.
It is with this very beautiful and amazing story that God gives me countless opportunities on an almost daily basis to share. These opportunities are often with those who do not know God’s love.
As we end this national adoption month this November, I pray that each of you understand that if we are God’s children, He has forever adopted us to be His. He is our Father, and because we are His we have a safe place we can go. He loves us no matter what, and He teaches us all the things we need to know if we seek Him.
This is just a few of hundreds of details of how God worked so many miracles throughout this time and since. I wish I had the time to tell you everything, but if you want to know more, please ask! I love to share all that God has done and continues to do and will do for you if we trust Him. The road may not be easy, it may be uncomfortable, full of bumps and holes, and the route and destination may be unclear, but it is beyond worth it.
It is worth it because of where the road leads.
Have you been adopted into the family of God? Do you know this love and this redemptive story for yourself? Is God calling you also to adopt here on this earth and provide a home for a child who needs one? My encouragement to you is to pray. What is God’s desire for you? And then take the leap and do it. The road may be bumpy and the destination unclear but following the Lord where He leads is always worth it.
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Spring is a native Texan who is the momma to 3 year old twins, Charlie and Londie and widow of her late husband, Charles. She is currently a rehab nurse in Houston, TX but has been a part of many different aspects of women’s ministry through the years. She loves meeting new people, sharing a good laugh, deep conversations and sharing stories of God’s faithfulness. She has a Master of Arts degree in Women’s Ministry from Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary. You can follow more of her story at charlesandspring.com
We ByFaithShe Girls love cheering on other Jesus Girls who are living fearlessly for the Lord. Therefore, we are delighted to give you a taste of a year long devotional about to be released. Below are a few days of water for the parched soul from one of the thirteen mommas who collaborated on this project. Purchase info included. Enjoy.
Devotional excerpt #1
She was deeply distressed
and prayed to the LORD and wept bitterly.
1 Samuel 1:10 ESV
“I feel like Hannah, weeping from bitterness of soul. I’m so sad and so frustrated.”
I wrote those words in my prayer journal on January 14, 2004.
We had been trying to get pregnant for about three and a half years, and we were facing our second artificial insemination. The roller coaster of infertility was wearing on me. Why did other people seem to be able to get pregnant when they weren’t even trying? (And who even says that to someone walking through infertility?) Why was God not answering our prayers for a baby? I became bitter.
Hannah wasn’t the only woman in Scripture who struggled with bitterness. In the book of Ruth, Naomi struggled so much that she changed her name to Mara, which means bitter (Ruth 1:20). At this point in our journey, I was dangerously close to needing a name change too. Hannah wept bitterly. Mara became bitter. This was not what I wanted.
I searched Scripture more diligently. I prayed more fervently. I asked others to pray with us. We sought medical help. Yet nothing seemed to change.
Thirteen years later, I can see that God’s plan is so much better. I can also see that He can handle our bitterness – even when it might be enough to change our very name for a time. He is not surprised by our reactions. He knows us better than we know ourselves. He continues to reveal Himself – through His Word, through the kind words of friends, through praise songs – slowly changing our hearts.
He grows us through those trying times, refining us even in our bitterness.
Please don’t hear me saying that God is always going to give you what you ask. He might, but He might not. What He will give is grace. Our bitterness can become sweet if we will only trust Him.
Father, thank You for giving us grace and for loving us patiently when we become bitter to our very core. Help us to trust Your plan and Your ways. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Devotional Excerpt #2
We do not know what to do,
but our eyes are on you.
2 Chronicles 20:12b ESV
You’ve been there, right? That point where you throw up your hands and exclaim, “I don’t know what to do!” There are many situations that can bring about this type of response, and adoption is one of them.
During our international adoption, we learned that our home study file was inactive. This realization was a painful reminder of how long we’d been in the process – and that we still didn’t have a child. What we’d thought would take eighteen months had stretched to four and a half years, with no immediate end in sight.
To keep our file active, we would have to update everything and come up with more fees. I hung up the phone, had a good cry, and then called my husband, exclaiming, “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do!”
In 2 Chronicles 20, Jehoshaphat faced a vast army that was seeking to dethrone him. With his kingdom in jeopardy and his heart fearful, “Jehoshaphat ... set his face to seek the LORD” (v. 3, ESV). He declared a fast, gathering the people to pray. He acknowledged that God “will hear and save” (v. 9, ESV), that they were powerless to face the enemy (v. 12a, ESV), and then voiced their complete reliance upon God.
They fixed their eyes on the only One who could give victory.
Throughout the adoption process, there will be enemies to face: discouragement, financial stress, closed programs, and naysayers, to name a few. You’ll face fear and uncertainty. Your plans will be in jeopardy. Especially in those times, set your face to seek the Lord. Acknowledge that you don’t know what to do but that your eyes are fixed firmly on Him. Sometimes God is waiting for us to express our total dependence on Him before He acts.
Our situation didn’t change immediately after reaching this point of desperation. However, a few months later we did receive a call about a little boy in a program we had not even considered. We basically started over. But in the end God prevailed, giving us victory and bringing our son home sixteen months later.
Father, when the enemy threatens with his fiery darts of discouragement and frustration, when we reach the end of our rope, help us to acknowledge our helplessness and fix our eyes on You.
Devotional Excerpt #3
Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow,
for tomorrow will be anxious for itself.
Matthew 6:34a ESV
Before becoming a mama, I was an English teacher. When I taught writing, I taught my students about the four types of sentences. One of those was the imperative, a sentence that gives a command. Matthew 6:34 is an imperative sentence, a command given by Jesus to His followers. The Apostle Paul gives the same command to the church at Philippi in Philippians 4:6. Do not be anxious.
I am a rule follower. When a command is given, I try to follow it to the best of my ability. This command though? It’s a little harder. Don’t be anxious? When the pregnancy test is negative again, when you learn that you’re too young to pursue the adoption program you just knew God was calling you to, when invoices come from the adoption agency, when a country closes its doors, when it seems like nothing is happening ... how do we avoid being anxious?
In the earlier verses of Matthew 6, Jesus reminds us that our Heavenly Father knows everything we need. I believe this knowledge even extends to knowing our heart’s desire for children, which we would classify as a need. But perhaps He must have us in a place where we are seeking Him first before these blessings can be added (Matthew 6:33).
Besides being a command, an imperative is also something of great importance. This command not to be anxious is necessary as we seek to live a life of obedience to our Father. We could be a great witness to others as we are walking this journey. While they may not be adopting, they may be facing other trials. If we constantly fret and stew over each hurdle, we fail to follow this important command from our Heavenly Father. And we fail to show that He is trustworthy and provides in His perfect time.
Don’t be anxious. While not easy to follow, it’s clear that these words are more than merely a suggestion. They are an imperative from the One who feeds the sparrows, clothes the lilies, and gave His Son as our ransom.
Heavenly Father, thank You that You know our every need. Help us to have hearts that seek to obey even this command not to be anxious. Amen.
Gina Bowling is a pastor’s wife and a homeschooling mama to two swim-loving girls and a superhero-loving boy. She is passionate about women’s ministry and seeking to point women to a greater desire for Truth and a better understanding of biblical womanhood. She loves listening to podcasts and audio books, reading, and chocolate.
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Ouch! Just writing the title of this post kind of stung. I hate feeling like I’m not enough, like I don’t measure up. In today’s picture perfect society, the pressure to be enough is almost crushing. To have the cutest Instagram pictures, newest shoes, the most friendships.
We let the world put so many standards on our lives, and I don’t know about you, but it leaves me feeling like I can’t keep up – like I’m a failure. It's hard to accept the fact that we as human beings can never achieve perfection, but if we could just get past the blinding wall of pride and self-reliance, life would be so much sweeter.
Let me give you some hope. JESUS IS ENOUGH! In fact, He is more than enough. He is perfection in its truest and most real form. Out of His great goodness, He wants to fill you up.
I like to think about it like this: if being enough was a cup, I could pour myself out all I wanted to, and it still would not even come close to filling up the cup. But if instead, I pour myself out at the feet of Jesus, His goodness would fill my cup to overflow.
As a recovering perfectionist, this is so comforting and so freeing to me!!! I don’t have to waste my life away trying to achieve the unobtainable. Instead, I can rest in the freedom that Jesus Christ declares me His own. I don’t have to have everything planned out, because my Father already does.
I’m able to go about each day chasing His glory instead of my own.
It no longer matters what my peers think of me because I know with absolute certainty what He feels about me. He says I am loved, redeemed, cherished, forgiven, chosen, and beautiful in His sight.
And let me tell you, loved one, He says these things about you too.
Choose to take Him at His word. Believe in the power of Christ’s sacrifice. Submit yourself to His perfect plan and let yours go.
1 John 3:1 says,
“See what great love the Father has lavished on us,
that we should be called children of God!
And that is what we are! How incredible is His love!!!! He not only gives it to us, but He LAVISHES it on us!!! He calls you His child!!!! His beloved son or daughter!!! That is who you are!!! You can place your identity in the fact that your Father loves you and will never ever stop doing so!!!!! I hope you realize how cherished and adored you are today & everyday.
Kaylee Grace Snider - Kaylee is a vivacious 16 year old who loves Jesus and all those she comes into contact. Find more of Kaylee's writing here or follow her adventures here.
As I was asked to write for By Faith She, I began praying about what direction I should go. The words no one wants to hear crept into my life almost a year ago and since October is Breast Cancer Awareness month, I knew I needed to share my story!
Back in November of last year I received a call that came with an overwhelming diagnosis that changed my life from that moment forward. “Cancer” is all I could hear on the other end of the phone. I was forty-one years old and scared to the core! From the very beginning, I heard Jesus asking, “Do you trust Me?” To be honest, that was a hard question to answer because I felt as if Jesus had walked away from me. That sounds so crazy now, but during the diagnosis I felt alone.
As my doctors created a battle plan, my daily life began to consist of tests, doctor visits, blood work, chemo and ultimately surgery. During the process, I lost my hair. We all know that back in the Bible days your hair was your glory and of course it’s still an important attribute for women still today. Yet again, the Lord kept asking, “Do you trust Me?”
Throughout this process there have been many days that it’s just been me and Jesus. I have learned now more than ever to let go of things I cannot control and let Him move in my life. It hasn’t been easy, but when I really came to understand that He was the one that created me and He knows what’s best in my life, I was able to surrender and lay it all at His feet.
I was raised in the ministry and I thought I had given every area of my life to Jesus, but I learned quickly He didn’t really have all of me. Did he cause this cancer? Nope! But, I do believe He allowed it so I could reconnect to Him and go deeper in my faith.
Placing all my trust in Jesus and giving Him all my fears has truly changed my heart and my life. I have moved from simply loving Jesus to being crazy, madly in love with Him!
My hair is slowly coming back in and I am now a blonde, which is a hair color I have never had before! This journey has taught me how to be intentional with what I fuel my body with too. I used to eat whatever my flesh desired, but have seen the benefits of feeding it with whole foods that make God’s temple thrive. In the process, I have now lost 30 pounds. I am so thankful that the Lord has changed me from the inside out!
I can relate so well to the story of the Red Sea in Exodus 14. As the Israelites saw the Egyptians approaching and then saw how vast the Red Sea was, they were frightened! But God was speaking the same thing then as He has been to me on this journey…”Do you trust Me?”. With God on our side, He stands between us and the enemy and we never fight our battles alone! I’m telling you He is crazy in love with you and when the “Red Sea” comes in your life do you turn back or do you let Jesus part the waters for you to walk through?
My journey continues. The surgeon was able to get all of the cancer…Praise Jesus, but I am still undergoing precautionary radiation. Days can be so long and hard, but I know God is my Healer and my Poppa and I must continue to “trust” Him as He has asked me to do.
So, I leave you with this...will you let Him change you from the inside out? What He can do for you, which he has done enough already on the cross, is amazing!! I am very blessed and claim healing, and will claim healing for you and your “Red Sea”.
Hello, my name is Jennifer Williams. I grew up as a child of a kids pastor. I have been in church since I was a baby, and grew to know the love of who Jesus is. I am a wife of an amazing man that God placed in my life eight years ago after going through a divorce that I never would of expected. God turned it around and placed my soul mate in my life and showed me again that He was in control. I have 3 kids...2 from my first marriage, a son that is 23, a daughter that is 21, and now a bonus daughter that is 16. Also God has blessed me with my first grandchild! His name is Landon and wow what a HUGE blessing He is!! I love being a Grammy and know that God knew I needed him at this appointed time! For fun I like to spend my time with family and travel as well. I LOVE ministry and love helping others. My desire in life is to pray with people and see transformation in their walk with Christ, and to see people be healed!
When Mama died in September 2015, my relationship with the Lord changed. I'd been a Christian since I was a kid but it wasn't until I was in a pit of depression and longing for my mother did I really come to realize why He died on the cross for me- for my sin, absolutely yes, but also for my pain. My hurt. My sorrow.
God reached right down from Heaven and lifted me up. He got me out of the bed on the days it seemed impossible. He gave me joy in mourning. Comfort in sadness. Purpose in pain. His Word and His promises spoke right to my heart. He gave me a peace that passeth all understanding.
What was I going to do with this joy? With this testimony of hope and restoration that can only be found through Him?
Well, I was going to tell others all about it. Podcasts. Blog posts. IG photos of sunsets inscribed with scriptures.
People are hurting. Lonely. Living in hell- going to hell. Bondage. Addiction. Affliction. Depression. They need to know the Way, the Truth, the Life. I was put here to tell them. I mourned a mama, a daddy, a step-daddy. I watched a positive pregnancy test turn negative. I knew heartache. Dysfunction. And it was all part of a greater plan- a testimony.
Because God was there every step of the way. Lifting. Sharpening. Comforting. Restoring. And people needed to know. They needed to know if I could get through it, they could get through it.
But one day I woke up, after being so on fire for the Lord and what He had done in my life- and nothing.
I skipped that morning in the prayer closet. I just wasn't in the mood to study that day. I skipped the next morning, too. And the next. I went for a walk down the country road with my Spaniel. I didn't talk aloud to God as I usually did. Instead, I just talked to the dog about every rock and weed he sniffed.
I went to church. I didn't take notes.
I fell asleep without praying.
The Bible stayed shut. The notepad empty from weeks before.
Oh, but great things still happened. Answered prayers. God-ordained opportunities. And I mumbled a, "Thank you, Lord." instead of lifting my hands and truly praising His name. I just didn't feel it anymore. God was still good, I knew it, but the honeymoon seemed to be over. The butterflies had flown.
Fizzle. It had all fizzled.
Why do we do this, sisters? How can we be so on fire for our God one minute and bored with it all the next? As if our spirituality is related to our feelings? Aren't we to love and praise and obey even when we don't feel like it? Action is what matters. Not feelings or emotions. Feelings and emotions are fickle.
We can't give Satan credit for everything. Lord knows I don't want to be one of those Christians casting the devil out of every doorknob- but are we too stupid to see this is what pleases him?
The fizzle tickles Satan. The fizzle and the smolder. And eventually- weak rings of smoke are all that is left of what once was a raging fire. And he loves it. He revels in it. He likes when we are indifferent. Apathetic. Stagnant. Lukewarm. Bored with the story of the greatest sacrifice of all time- the sacrifice that sets captives free.
He likes when we aren't in the mood to pull out the NIV. Or talk to our Maker. Or when we fall asleep or eat the food without praying. When we can't find the time to study, but we find the time for a Golden Girls marathon.
I don't know about you, but God has been too good to me. He deserves more than being kept in a Sunday morning box. He deserves the blog posts and the IG pictures of stars and Psalms and hands raised to Heaven and shouting His goodness from every keyboard and every stage. He deserves that and so much more.
I refuse the fizzle and the smolder and to become nothing but a pile of ashes.
Refuse it with me. Rebuke it.
Fan the flame again.
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Our oldest, Zoë, has been talking our ears off lately. It’s both beautiful and exhausting. Sometimes all I want to do is nod and say “mmm-hmm” or just smile while I try and think through my Costco grocery list before the littlest one realizes he’s not buckled in the cart and tries some wild escapade.
This morning after our Bible reading,
Noble said, “But if you believe in Jesus you won’t die. Because heaven is our true home.”
Zoë: “Will we keep breathing in heaven?”
I responded, “Your body dies, but your soul never dies and lives forever in heaven with God. We get a new body, and every breath we breathe will be praising Jesus the King.”
Zoë: “I think that already happened to Nana.”
Later while strategically hitting up every snack sample in Costco, Zoë asked: “How do we gaze upon His beauty?”
After gathering my thoughts from such a breathtaking question, I answered, “It means that God is majestic and holy and too wonderful to comprehend and awesome and good and perfect. When we see Him as that we want to spend our lives knowing Him because there is no one else like Him.”
Zoë: “It is hard to understand why life passes through so quickly.”
My thoughts exactly, Sweet Pea. Only I was lamenting how fleeting these days are when all 3 of my babes can fit in the front of the cart, and they lean over for hugs and kisses or head butts. Alternatively, they rest their heads on my shoulder, and I feel their little arms around my neck while I try and push a heavy cart with a big ole pregnant belly.
And we’re having conversations like these.
And all three of them are talking in my ear at the same time. Or they are pestering each other by covering up the letters on the handlebar. Don’t ask. It’s maddening.
However, I was overwhelmed with gratitude this morning for this season. I love having all my babies close and the togetherness all day long (don’t hear perfect harmony) even in the midst of being at the end of my rope as Zoë so honestly and insightfully said about me on Mother’s Day: “You’re good at being slow to anger even though sometimes you’re fast to anger.”
Yup, because Mommy needs Jesus too.
You shall teach them diligently to your children,
and shall talk of them when you sit in your house,
and when you walk by the way,
and when you lie down, and when you rise.
Isn’t this what Scripture means when it says to teach God’s words to your children when:
- you sit (in the car in rush hour traffic) and
- walk (up and down the grocery aisles) and
- lie down (but not in your own bed because your 5-year-old still has too much to say at the end of the day) and
- rise (before the sun because everyone in your house is staging a coup against sleep).
Even when you think they’re not listening and you feel every thought you’re trying to share is interrupted by some catastrophe, they catch little drips at a time that become impressed on their tender hearts and will one day overflow. That’s what I’m striving for anyway in all the ordinary, mundane rhythm of life.
So here’s to keeping those babies close and entrusting their hearts to God.
Noel McKenna is a wife and a mommy who blends a pile high stack of books on CD and outdoor play with a whole lot of Jesus into her journey through motherhood. She and her husband, Nathan, have been married for 8 years and juggle this leg of their lives with grace and humor. You can find her on Facebook and Instagram for more of her beautifully honest glimpses into this life she now lives.
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Who shall teach the next generation about God, His truths, and His offer of salvation?
Psalm 145:4 says, “One generation shall commend your works to another, and shall declare your mighty acts.” This current generation bears the responsibility of teaching the faith to the next generation and that means you and I have a vital role to play (Titus 2:2-5). We live in a broken world with broken homes and broken people who are desperately in need of a Savior. Our future depends on the next generation. Will the next generation choose to follow the Lord and His ways? Their morals, beliefs, and ideals will guide the course of this nation and the world in the years to come. Therefore, we must take every opportunity to invest in the future by sharing our faith and the principles found in God’s Word.
The family bears the primary responsibility of teaching the next generation God’s ways. “And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise” (Deuteronomy 6:6-7). Mom and Dad have the privilege and task of teaching the next generation about matters of faith with a determined diligence.
When are the best teachable moments? According to Deuteronomy 6:6-7, when you are in your home, when you travel from place to place, at bedtime, and in the morning. Endless opportunities exist to instruct the next generation. In fact, “… The influence of Mom and Dad ... are two to three times more influential than any church program.”1
Understanding the current generation and cultural influences can be advantageous when identifying practical life lessons. An eye-opening resource that presents generational tendencies is iGen: Why Today’s Super-Connected Kids Are Growing Up Less Rebellious, More Tolerant, Less Happy-and Completely Unprepared for Adulthood by Jean M. Twenge, PhD. “Born in 1995 and later, they grew up with cell phones, had an Instagram page before they started high school, and do not remember a time before the Internet.”2
Twenge utilized extensive research to compile a list of ten distinctives for iGens. Three characteristics identified that are relevant to this blog include: Insecure, Irreligious, and Indefinite.3
Insecurity can be impacted by an increase in Internet time and a decrease in personal interaction.4 Social media presents perfect images and messages of the worldly success. Teaching concerning identity and security in Jesus Christ is needed to confront the mixed messages of culture.
This generation has also been described as irreligious. “… More iGen’ers are being raised in non-religious households, and more iGen teens have decided not to belong to a religion anymore.”5 The purpose and value of participating in a local church must be demonstrated and conveyed to the next generation.
Indefinite refers to the blurred lines of sexuality.6 IGens must be taught God’s plan for sexuality and the family. Being informed about generational tendencies enables us to target instruction and impact beliefs.
Finally, it is the Word of God that must be taught to the next generation. “How can a young man keep his way pure? By guarding it according to your word … I have stored up your word in my heart, that I might not sin against you” (Psalm 119:11). We must be aggressive and intentional in our teaching. The future depends on our faithfulness to God’s Word and to passing our faith to the next generation.
1Mark A. Holmen, Building Faith at Home: Why Faith at Home Must Be Your Church’s #1 Priority (Ventura: Regal Books, 2007), 25.
2Jean M. Twenge, PhD, iGen: Why Today’s Super-Connected Kids Are Growing Up Less Rebellious, More Tolerant, Less Happy-and Completely Unprepared for Adulthood (New York: Atria Books, 2017), 2.
Stephanie Edge is a LifeWay Ministry Multiplier. She served in Women’s Ministry in Jackson, TN for sixteen years. Stephanie graduated from The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary with a Masters of Divinity. She also completed a Masters of Theology and a Doctorate of Philosophy in Christian Education from New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary. Stephanie currently is an Associate Professor at Union University and teaches adjunct for New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary. She has a passion for teaching God’s Word and is a member of Englewood Baptist Church.