Karen | Kingdom Mom

I thought we were covered. Like insurance. Paid up. Prayed up. It’s how we always start our day. Before we…

It’s just a bowl. It’s just a souvenir. It’s just another knick-knack to dust. But it’s authentic. Made in Honduras…

The day of my accident began normally, with the early morning sun poking holes through the make-shift shade my husband…

I was down before I knew it. Stumbling awkwardly across the broken terrain of Project 201 in LaCeiba, Honduras, there…

“M y d a d’ s b i g g e r t h a n …

Her door was shut as I ran through the kitchen yelling “MOM?” Those familiar sounds stopped me in my tracks.…

I was way too intense. It started in kindergarten, I think. I was unprepared on my first day…no rug. Don’t…

Today I sit in the comfort of my sister’s home in McAllen, Texas, while part of my family drives across…

When I pray for our sons, I ask for the good. Not for the suffering. Moms are supposed to relieve…

You spend your childhood wanting. A bigger and better toy. Newer technology. The latest trend. And somewhere along the line,…

Today held a barrage of important meetings for my family. Individual personal concerns. I found myself praying off and on…

Nothing was cuter than watching a 16 year old grab that little slip of paper revealing the day’s activity. First…

“When you gonna get that boy a dog?” I stood once again looking into the eyes of our son’s Sunday…

Every morning I dressed for the playground. Bermuda shorts under my required skirt. The joy set before me got me…

I can’t remember the last time I cooked a turkey. Really. Call me spoiled if you will. But someone else…