You're about read a letter from a demon named Honeyhook, as he writes to one of his tempters-in-training: Fretwick. In this letter he describes his strategy for making Christian single women miserable during the Christmas season, and I thought you might want to be informed of his tactics.... My Dear Fretwick,   It's December first, and you know what that means. It's the most disgusting time of the year.    It makes me sick to think of all the joy, worship, family time, giving

My single friends and I talk a lot about the experiences they're having in the dating scene these days. One person described dating as "getting slapped in the face over and over." And yikes, I'm afraid it's a not far from the truth! As I hear story after disappointing story, I find myself at a loss for words or advice, and asking the Lord what I could possibly say or what could possibly help the situation. As they explain the latest horrors of trying to find a godly man, I fi

I thought I’d be married by now. Really, I thought I’d be married a long time ago—planning playdates, packing lunches, and figuring out how to make time for date night. That desire wasn’t something anyone pushed on me. It wasn’t pressure from the church or my family. I’ve just always loved children and longed to be a wife and a mom. That dream has felt stitched on my heart from the start.  Even as I hoped for it, I never saw marriage as the only way to live a life of meaning,