During Lent, people are spiritually hungry. We are in the desert, and it can be a lonely and dark time—this time of repentance, this season with no alleluias. By remaining active on social media—or even approaching it more intentionally—you have the opportunity to help others see and connect with Christ in a new way.

Ash Wednesday is next week, so sometime before now and then, we will fill our Lenten prayer basket.

In these days before Lent begins, you—like me—might be trying to figure out what to give up or take on for the 40 days that lie ahead. I still haven’t decided, but these are some questions I am considering.

Sixteen years ago today, John asked me to be his wife during a beautiful dinner at the Candlelight Inn in Catonsville, Md.

I often think that the small actions, the little kindnesses, are the ones that touch your heart in a special way.

My mother and I still laugh about how she bought the dresses before we were even engaged—and without me or any of the hypothetical future bridesmaids there.

You give your whole life, your whole self, to each other every day—and you accept the gift of your spouse in return.

Have I ever told you how I met my husband?

As coronavirus spreads around China and starts to reach other parts of the world, we need to be on guard not to let fear of a new disease translate into racist comments and actions against Asian-Americans.

It’s past bedtime, and our little boy should be asleep. But when I go to check on him, his mind is too full to sleep.