Christian Women's Lifestyle Blog

by Roseanna M. White When I was seven, my mom enrolled me in piano lessons with our church pianist. She was a family friend, and she did a great job teaching me to play. For several years, I continued taking lessons from her, until eventually the sort of music I wanted to play didn’t quite mesh with what she wanted to teach, and we sought out a new teacher. I remember playing a sample of my favorites for this new teacher, Mrs. Peto, including Beethoven’s “Fur Elise.” Even

by Melanie Dobson As I was growing up in the farmlands of Central Ohio, books were my best friends. My family didn’t have a bookstore or library nearby, but whenever the bookmobile made its rounds through our county, I would pedal my red Huffy to its stop for a fresh trove of reading material. I wasn’t allowed—for good reason—to read the steamy romance novels of that era, but I could check out anything by the Christian novelist Grace Livingston Hill. Happiness Hill. Spice

by Shelley Shepard Gray Right when I least expected it, my husband and I celebrated our thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. Thirty-five years is a long time! Since I met my guy, Tom, when I was seventeen, it’s no exaggeration to say that I’ve been “one half” of a couple for a very long time. I’m blessed. Beyond blessed! Truly, I can’t imagine life without Tom. But, every once in a blue moon, I wonder what life would be like if I were suddenly alone. Full disclosure: this us