Its Memorial Day weekend and I know my social media will be flooded with pictures of people having a BBQ, sitting poolside, shopping sales, and using the caption, “Happy Memorial Day.” Although, it is ok to be enjoying the ones we love this weekend, its important we do not forget what this day represents and there is …
It doesn’t matter what part of the world a mother is from, being a mother is one of the hardest and toughest jobs there is.
I recently took a trip to learn more about motherhood in Cambodia—a place where childbirth can mean life or death. Samaritan’s Purse maternal and child health programs are saving lives and providing the support these women desperately need.
Learn more: http://samaritanspurse.org/mothers
Did you know that April is national poetry month? I had no idea there was even such a thing. I have never really enjoyed poetry, until recently, when I realized it is a way for me to dig into my grandmother’s heart and seek her wisdom.
Can you remember a time when a person came up to you and said just the right thing at just the right moment? In a matter of a few seconds you went from feeling discouraged to feeling encouraged. And it felt so good, right? You even stood a little straighter after your friend left, felt …
I’ve spent the last week traveling with Samaritan’s Purse. I’ll be sharing more about my trip in the coming weeks, but wanted to share some photos with you.
I often tease that I went from being Franklin Graham’s daughter to Corey Lynch’s wife and now Margaret’s mom. Somewhere between growing up in my dad’s shadow and marrying a football star, I lost my feeling of personal significance. Being surrounded by men of great talent makes me feel worthless.
This is a picture of two-year-old Nafissa. She lives in Niger. Nafissa only weighed 11.5 pounds when her mother, 25-year-old Rahamou, brought her to the Samaritan’s Purse clinic several months ago. They were both starving. Due to severe acute malnutrition, Nafissa cannot see. “Before Nafissa’s blindness, she used to crawl and make small noises,” Rahamou …
The POWER is in the GOSPEL. People often assume just because I was born with the last name “Graham,” that I was born with the Scriptures already memorized and the sweet loving story of the Gospel flows eloquently from my mouth at any divine appointment.
I was born decades after Dr. Martin Luther King’s legendary address in our nation’s capital – and 31 years after Rosa Parks refused to give up her bus seat. Being born in 1986, I obviously have never experienced the pains and fear of segregation. My only knowledge of the civil rights movement, I gained from …