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Articles on the Living by Design Blog are packed with heart-focused content, practical solutions for real-life, and Bible-based training. The Bible is packed with spiritual nourishment; our aim is to provide resources to help you break it down into bite-sized pieces that are easy to digest.
By Nichole J Suvar It’s a typical Thursday. I have errands to run, kids to pick up from practice, work to do for my 9-5 job, and dinner to get on the table. My face appears calm as I move from one task to another. It looks like I have it all under control. But
By Annie Yorty “Please reconsider!” I implored my friend. Bent on divorce, she paced and shook her head. I persisted until she settled down and talked through her reasons. I knew firsthand the devastation her children would experience if she followed through with her plan. I grew up in a strife-filled home with parents who
By Katherine Pasour With trembling hands, my mother pinned sheets and towels to the clothesline. The linens swayed in the summer breeze. Tears streamed down her face. Even though my age was in the single digits at the time, this memory remains vivid over fifty years later. My sweet, tender-hearted mother sobbing from my father’s
By Nikki Evanson If it wasn’t for a co-worker living out his faith at my job, I probably wouldn’t know Jesus today. In college, I worked at a local grocery store to earn some extra cash. I often stocked shelves at work. My co-workers and I talked with each other as we unboxed groceries and
I am writing this article from my cozy home office in South Dakota. A steady spring rain is pattering on my roof, and my teenage daughter is typing her final history paper of the semester. My thumb is sore from working in the garden this weekend, and I just got a phone call from my
By Nicole Kauffman I had just drifted to sleep when my mind was bombarded. My eyes shot open with thoughts, memories, and fears. They threatened to swallow me into the darkness. I wasn’t prepared. I hadn’t known it would get this bad. These anxiety attacks have followed me for months, pulling me further into the