Since the 1970s, the feminist movement has focused on promoting self and eliminating God from society. Their success is evident, even in many churches today. In this article, Bre Wood unpacks four marks of Christian womanhood that Paul provides in 1 Timothy 2, radically different from culture's demands.

While Mother's Day can be a beautiful celebration for many, it can also be a week of emotional heartache for those unable to conceive. Though we know that there are women who God has called to be single, in the main, God has set motherhood as a central flourishing for women (1 Tim 2:15). So, when women experience the inability to carry forth this beautiful legacy, they hurt. In this article, Anthony & Bre Wood provide three biblical balms for peace and comfort this Mother's Day.

Many parents face the immense challenge of raising an autistic child while lacking biblical direction and resourcing. In this article, Tony and Bre summarize some of the definitions, diagnoses, and biblical comforts for families in this difficult situation.

In many homes, there is a general boredom and lack of astonishment regarding the death, burial, and resurrection of Christ. The challenge for us parents is engaging our children with the illustrious beauties of Christ, His sacrifice, and eternity-shaping resurrection. In this article, Anthony & Bre Wood provide key theological basics about the cross and creative ways to put Passion Week front and center in the home.

It’s 30 minutes before the guests arrive. Dishes are piled high in the sink from the meal you just spent 3 hours preparing. You give your husband a glance that pleads for his assistance, but he misses the cue. Your son walks through the door and gives you a hug while gently insinuating that you don’t smell guest-worthy. You rush to take a quick shower and throw on some clothes only to find the kids have destroyed the house that you just spent hours cleaning.

It was 6:28 on a Friday evening. With my heart pounding rapidly, I heard the garage door finally open. I plastered a smile on my face, waiting patiently at our tiny kitchen table with two babies in highchairs. Within one minute of my hard-working hubby stepping through the door, I vehemently quipped a quick hello and lunged a plate of food in his direction. Then, silence. He knew he had stepped into an unwelcome home.