By Shawna Sullivan Hear Him Louder Essay Series: Shawna's Story My two-year-old pressed firmly on my growing belly in an attempt to...

There are days when my faith feels naive. Days when the tragedy and darkness of this world feel more real than my citizenship in His...

Published in the Anticipation issue of Fathom Mag. It stuck out, an anomaly. In the collection of toothpick-thin pine trees, one tree...

Published by Sarah Koontz for Living By Design. As winter drags its feet and the fluff on my slippers wears thin, I’m often tempted to...

In winter, I play a little game in my house. It’s a secret game—one that I didn’t even know I played until recently. It’s called: “Wander...

An Introduction to the Hear Him Louder Essay Series I just thought that Jesus was a decision I made that one time when I was five. I had...

My rush to pull out the ornaments and set up the tree and string the lights isn’t actually rooted in holiday cheer this year. The allure...

I was on my knees again over one of those confusing, painful situations that just hasn’t resolved. I was asking God, again, why He had...

My first fancy job required a daily train ride into downtown Chicago. On Fridays, as I joined the throng emerging from the train station,...

Whether he likes or not (he doesn’t), my middle son unloads the dishwasher every day. Last week, as he was stretching to put a serving...

My footsteps cracked acorns as I came up the hill. The morning light highlighted the greens and reds and golds ahead of me.⁠ ⁠ I delight...

The sun reached forward, adorning the tops of trees and tips of houses in gold. I needed to be out in it, to feel on my face and my...

I used to hate the question, “Have you prayed about it?” Because when people would ask me that, most likely, I hadn’t. I loved Jesus, but...

The afternoon sun reached through the window, shining on my morning coffee. The day had passed without me. I pretended to not think about...

Published in the Language issue of Fathom Mag. I was eight or nine, maybe ten. I remember the day, because a playdate outside the...

I used to want a “tame” version of God. My love for checkboxes and predictability and control was drawn to the parts of God that I could...

Really, it doesn't matter whether she was right or wrong. What matters is who I was in response.

I was camped out in the ER with a teenage boy who did not belong to me. During a flag football game gone wrong at the senior high...

Published by Becky Beresford for the Brave Women Series. When I was in grade school, I counted the days in between visits to the roller...

It wasn’t necessarily a deception, but it felt like it. We’d been led to believe something that would change our family forever —...