by Beth Vice | Jul 11, 2025 | Crisis, Depression, Divorce Recovery, Faith, Fear, Forgiveness, Grief, Growth, Hope, Integrity, Jealousy, Jesus, Love, Suicide, Waiting
I’m currently reading The Keeper by Charles Martin. Bones, one of the main characters, was sexually and physically abused as a child by priests who had been entrusted with his care. After years of imprisonment in a dark labyrinth of crypts carved beneath the church,... 
by Beth Vice | Sep 28, 2024 | Depression, Divorce Recovery, Grief, Hope, Love
It’s hard to be around people who are grieving. We hate to see them hurting and just want them to be happy again. But often in our hurry to “make them better” we offer a quick fix that doesn’t last. Grieving the loss of a love, a job, or anything else precious and... 
by Beth Vice | May 25, 2024 | Fathers, Fear, Forgiveness, Hope, Love, Parenting
One of my favorite Dad stories began when my friend Katy and I made some chocolate pudding, and in devouring a bowlful, got it all over our faces. So we proceeded to paint mustaches and beards on our faces. When we noticed the similarity to blood, we decided to mix up... 
by Beth Vice | Nov 23, 2023 | Faith, Gratitude, Hope, Love, Parenting, Thanksgiving
As we look forward to Thanksgiving tomorrow, this piece in the series seems especially appropriate. Thanksgiving seems to me to be the purest of holidays. With no wish lists and huge decorating frenzies, we simply gather and thank God for all our blessings. What... 
by Beth Vice | Oct 10, 2023 | Acceptance, Hope, Love, Praise, Words
In “What’s in a Name” from this series, I talked about how wounding nicknames can be, and how we need God to give us new names to give us hope. There was an outpouring of response from you readers. So many of you have been cut down by hurtful words. Praise God for the... by Beth Vice | Nov 24, 2022 | Faith, Family, Gratitude, Holidays, Hope, Jesus, Love, Praise, Relationships, Thanksgiving
I woke up this morning with a profound sense of gratitude. I heard our heat come on as the wind whipped furiously at our house. I snuggled deeper into the covers and praised God for our home, for food to eat and clothes to wear, for dear friends and family, and most...