When our cat disappeared during a stretch of stormy weather, I found myself praying a prayer that felt small—but honest. What happened next reminded me that God cares about the details, even the ones with fur and whiskers.

During Lent, I started reading the Bible at bedtime with my daughters—and we’ve kept it going. One recent night, a question from my teen stopped me: “Why doesn’t God speak like He used to?” It led to a conversation about how God is speaking… we just need to pray specifically, pay attention, and recognize His answers when they come.

The other week, my daughters and I were soaking up the last bits of summer at the pool, one of our favorite perks of seasonal camping....

During my college journey, I decided to transfer to the University of Minnesota as a sophomore. Coincidentally, two girls from my...