Ginger Hughes’ Blog

Waiting With Confidence

Waiting With Confidence

By: Ginger Hughes Have you ever been in a season of “waiting?” I don’t know about you, but for me, it’s not much fun.  Waiting can lend itself to uncertainty, anxiety, and even fear at times.  Waiting allows my mind to conjure up all manner of possibilities and...

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The Thief Of Joy

The Thief Of Joy

By: Ginger Hughes We set up fences around a big, red barn and designated certain areas for cows, horses, sheep, and pigs.  We threw hay in each corral and ensured each one had a water trough.  We backed up the Chevrolet Silverado pickup truck, complete with horse...

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Who Will Hold Us Then?

Who Will Hold Us Then?

By: Ginger Hughes “Hold me, Mama,” my little one said, as I was unloading the dishwasher one morning after breakfast. “I will son. Give me just a minute,” I replied. I felt a little hand tug on my shirt, and once again he asked me to pick him up.  “I’m almost...

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Unless We Stop Saying “Unless”

Unless We Stop Saying “Unless”

By: Ginger Hughes Here am I Lord, send me… Unless it’s to Africa or the Middle East or some other far away place.  Afterall God, I don’t know the language or the culture.  And what about my safety?  Some of these places are dangerous. Here am I Lord, send me… Unless...

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Making Room For Rest

By: Ginger Hughes Our family is enjoying a fun-filled vacation at the beach this week.  We’ve walked on the beach, played in the surf, eaten delicious seafood, visited a planetarium, indulged in one too many ice cream cones, built a sand “mountain,” and even read some...

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A View From The Middle

A View From The Middle

By: Ginger Hughes I’m no longer a young person. Don’t get me wrong, I still like to think of myself as young(ish), but young I am not. The years of childhood, teenage angst, and even young adulthood are all long gone. I’m here, somewhere in the middle, though...

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Intentional Interactions

Intentional Interactions

By: Ginger Hughes As Mom and I walked toward the door of the Cancer Center, a woman greeted us with the most beautiful smile and warm “hello.”  Her eyes radiated joy and somehow, I felt her empathy and compassion extend through her words as she asked how we were...

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Dear Young Ones,

Dear Young Ones,

By: Ginger Hughes Dear Young Ones, I know you’re scared. I know you’re scared because you’ve been pulled away from your mom or dad, grandmother or grandfather, tears flowing from their eyes, a look of terror on their faces. I know you’re scared because people are...

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Together We Can

Together We Can

By: Ginger Hughes I’ve spent a lot of time in hospitals in recent months.  A LOT of time.  And while I spent most of that time in my mom's room, I still had ample opportunity to notice some things, one of which is how many people it takes to run a hospital. There are...

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Drop The Ropes

Drop The Ropes

By: Ginger Hughes Our youngest loves to pretend “horses.” This means he holds one end of a rope, and someone who loves him enough to go along with his shenanigans (namely me, his daddy, or a grandparent) holds the other end while he pretends to lead us around like a...

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The Sunday Challenge

The Sunday Challenge

By: Ginger Hughes In just a couple of hours, my house will most likely look as though something exploded. How do I know? Because it happens almost every week. Tiny shoes will be dumped out of the basket and onto the floor of the closet in an attempt to find matches....

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Small Acts With Big Love

Small Acts With Big Love

By: Ginger Hughes Some days it all feels overwhelming to me.  Does it to you? I watch the news and discover enough sadness and darkness to make me want to crawl back in the bed and pull the cover up over my head. Families are being murdered in our churches, children...

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Eyes To See and A Heart To Act

Eyes To See and A Heart To Act

By: Ginger Hughes I’m not sure what she saw when she looked at me. There were no tears.  My eyes were no longer swollen or red-rimmed.  I was simply standing at the door of the intensive care unit, eyes downcast, waiting for my cousin to join me there. I glanced up...

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The Compass Points “The Way”

The Compass Points “The Way”

By: Ginger Hughes A compass has a small magnetic pin suspended within the casing that allows the needle to spin freely responding to our planet’s magnetism. This needle aligns itself, pointing toward the top of the Earth’s magnetic field, pointing North.  Like no...

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The Heart of Valentine’s Day

The Heart of Valentine’s Day

By: Ginger Hughes Before there were chocolates in red, heart-shaped boxes and sugared candies that say “Be Mine.” Before there were fancy dinners at steakhouses and expensive gifts of jewels and fine metals. Before all of the pomp and circumstance of Valentine’s Day,...

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Rain For The Soul

Rain For The Soul

By: Ginger Hughes The skies gloomy and gray, bestow a slow and steady rain this day. It’s comforting really.  That sound, so soft, as the raindrops land gently on the ground.  The leaves on the trees do a little dance as drops land and cascade down their green...

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Making Our Moments Count

Making Our Moments Count

By: Ginger Hughes As a mom, there have been moments where I truly wanted to stop time.  Moments so special and so sacred, I didn’t want them to end. Moments where the slight weight of my newborn daughter was cradled in my arms and the moonlight drifted through the...

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What Difference Does Faith Make?

What Difference Does Faith Make?

By: Ginger Hughes Organ music fills the sanctuary as voices join together singing, “Silent Night, Holy Night.”  Prayers are prayed, and scripture is read.  Those familiar verses from Luke detail the most sacred of stories—Jesus’ birth.  The lights are dimmed, and the...

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Longing For Peace

Longing For Peace

By: Ginger Hughes [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, a poet and educator, wrote a poignant poem in 1863, entitled “Christmas Bells.”  I’ll be sharing excerpts from his poem.] “I heard the bells on Christmas day, Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words...

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Answering The Call For Help

Answering The Call For Help

By: Ginger Hughes The sun’s warmth, combined with the gentlest of breezes, made for a perfect day to be outdoors.  We shimmied our way between young and old alike to find the best spot for bear watching.  We were visiting a national park that has created space for a...

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Is My Example Worth Following?

Is My Example Worth Following?

By: Ginger Hughes Short little legs, with a red rope dragging in the dirt behind them, trailed behind a pair of much longer ones. We were on my Dad’s farm - my youngest’s favorite place to be. And he was with his Papa – one of his favorite people to be with. This...

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Bent or Beautiful

Bent or Beautiful

By: Ginger Hughes Recently, my children came bounding in from school with their dad following a few steps behind.  Little hands clutched book bags, rain jackets (that we prefer to hold rather than wear), and a few unidentifiable art projects. Crushed amongst this...

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To Those Overlooked By The Church

To Those Overlooked By The Church

By Ginger Hughes To those overlooked by the church, I see you. You look at this towering, stately building, standing proudly on the corner and feel nothing but cold, intimidation settle around your shoulders. I understand that sentiment. I remember you. You came here...

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Light Shines In The Darkness

By Ginger Hughes As evening fell, my husband sat with our two-year-old in the middle of his bedroom floor, reading books before bedtime. A small lamp offered a soft glow in the otherwise dark room. Closing the last book, they stood up, and my husband walked over to...

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