Articles by Christina Fox
Wounds from a friend can hurt much more than those from an enemy. It’s the kind of pain that cuts deep. It’s a wound that aches and throbs and is slow to heal. The rejection’s unexpected, and therefore worse —…Continue Reading
We were recently on a vacation when God interrupted my plans. My family and I had traveled hundreds of miles to stay at a hotel on the beach. I had made arrangements to spend one day visiting with friends. But…Continue Reading
When I was in elementary school, each year before Valentine’s Day we would bring in an empty shoebox. We would cover those boxes with pink and red papers and heart shaped cut-outs, and then add our names in big, sparkly…Continue Reading
Where I live it is hurricane season. And like anyone familiar with the Atlantic or Caribbean knows, it’s important to be prepared for a hurricane. Every summer we stock up on supplies of batteries, water, canned goods, and other necessities…Continue Reading
The gospel saved me.
“That’s elementary,” you might be thinking. Yes, the gospel, the truths of Jesus’s life, death, and resurrection, appropriated by faith, have saved me for all eternity. But that’s not the salvation about which I am thinking.
Psalm 145:4–7 is a beautiful Scriptural summary of our responsibility as parents.
One generation shall commend your works to another, and shall declare your mighty acts. On the glorious splendor of your majesty, and on your wondrous works, I will…
I woke up sick that morning. “I’ll never make it to the end of the day,” I muttered to myself.
My husband was due to leave town for work. “How am I going to manage the kids while feeling like…Continue Reading
Spring is upon us. Flowers are beginning to bud, leaves are reappearing on trees, and birds are building their nests. Signs and decorations herald the arrival of our favorite season when we walk into local stores. Bags of plastic eggs…Continue Reading
“Mom. Mom. Mom!”
I looked up at my son. “I’m sorry. What?” I asked.
“Did you hear anything I said?”
“No,” I admitted.
“I think you are addicted to your phone,” he remarked.
Justifications and excuses lingered on the tip…Continue Reading
“Do you think you’ll always want a story and snuggle time before bed?” I asked my youngest child. Lying amid piles of his stuffed animals, books, and favorite blankets, my son turned to me and smiled. “No, Mom. Probably not.”
“Mom, I need to add something to my Christmas wish list.”
It’s that time of year again. The stores are adorned with all things red and green. Mailboxes and inboxes are filled with ads, sales, and catalogs. Prettily wrapped packages…Continue Reading
Someone asked me recently, “If you could say one thing to women, what would it be?” My response was, “You need the gospel more than you think you do.” This sounds rather trite, like something we’ve heard over and over…Continue Reading
Lying in his bed, with tears running down his face, my son tried to calm down after an emotional outburst. I came into the room to talk to him about it. Snuggling up next to him, we discussed what had…Continue Reading
A friend recently asked me if I could give her some parenting advice. I smiled and said that I couldn’t because I’m not an expert and don’t know really what I am doing. She laughed and remarked on the ways…Continue Reading