Jantina Masters

Years ago, I judged another mother for arriving late to preschool with her twins. I did not know the weight she was carrying. Then, one morning at my own child’s school door, God allowed me to experience the grace I had once struggled to give.

A conversation about control, surrender, and learning to trust the Author and the FINISHER of our faith...again. “God is writing the story. Stop stealing the pen.” I almost stopped in the middle of that winding road. I literally grabbed my chest with one hand, and struggled to hold the wheel with the other. It was truly momentous…breath-taking, and it left me speechless. “Father I’m guilty. I’ve done this! I’ve done this so many times…forgive me!” Those were my words, and along with them came...

Come to the Table: An Invitation to the BRIDE Will you remain busy, or will you come commune with the One who invited you to take a seat? For many of us as mothers who cook every meal, prepare every snack, clear the table, and wipe away the crumbs in preparation to do it all again…life looks this way. Many meals require me to scoop, pour, serve, wipe away, clean…and repeat. ‘Please, Mom, I want more,’ and ‘Oops, I spilled my milk,’ are common announcements among my children at each meal. So...