by Ellen Stumbo | Confessions, Disability
I carried my daughter with one arm, her arms wrapped tight around my neck. With my other arm I carried the double inner tube as we slowly made our way to the top of the water slide. My inner tube kept hitting yours, I know you were annoyed, and I apologize. It would...
by Ellen Stumbo | Confessions, Faith, Pastor's Wife
I killed my church with a rock. A tiny little rock with a lot of power. Like David standing before Goliath, I threw it as hard as I could against the church building. It all began with discouragement. We have a church that sits 300 people, but our services average...
by Ellen Stumbo | Confessions, Faith, Pastor's Wife
Life is messy. In the middle of the joy, celebration, and goodness of life there are strokes of pain, loss, heartache, foolish choices, unrealized dreams, and wrecked relationships. I call this brokenness. And I like broken people because broken is real, and there is...
by Ellen Stumbo | Confessions, Parenting
Today I have the pleasure of sharing with you a guest post from Beck Gambill. When I read her post, I felt like she was reaching across the screen and giving me a big hug, saying, “It’s okay you feel this way too.” So I asked her if I could post it...
by Ellen Stumbo | Confessions, Disability, Parenting
Parenting a child with a disability can be a challenge, and often those challenges feel like a strong tidal wave coming at us, threatening to make us lose our balance, to fall, to give up. But we don’t. We never do. The love for our children compels us to stand strong...
by Ellen Stumbo | Confessions, Faith, Pastor's Wife
There are Sundays I would rather stay home in my pajamas. In those days I go to church because I want to support my husband, and because I feel like I have to. I usually enjoy going to church, it is a place of renewal, encouragement, and support. Nonetheless, there...