Author Archives: Carol Hatcher

CAROL HATCHER is a wife, mother, teacher, and writer. She taught elementary school for six years when she traded being called “Mrs. Hatcher” for “Mommy.” Carol is a graduate of Proverbs 31 Ministries She Speaks and has served on faculty for the Glorieta Christian Writer’s Conference. Her publishing credits include P31 Woman Magazine, The Upper Room, Thriving Family, CBN.com, and Chicken Soup for the Soul. She is co-author of Your First Year of Motherhood published by Guideposts. She writes devotions for the Internet Cafe, 5 Minutes for Faith, and The Presidential Prayer Team. Carol and her husband, Alan, live in Buford, Georgia with their three children. She and Alan teach marriage classes at their church as well as lead marriage conferences. They hope to encourage others to create marriages that last. Whether writing or speaking, Carol combines her southern humor with her love for Jesus to share how we can learn from our everyday experiences and grow closer to God. Her passion is to challenge others to be bold for Christ by saying, “Use me, Lord” each and every day. Stop by and visit the flock at her personal website “sheep to the right.”

Are you a Glow-in-the-Dark Christian?

“Why is it not lighting up?” My daughter Grace called through the dark to me. “Honey, it IS lighting up,” I explained. “But glow in the dark things just glow. They don’t really project light,” I told her and waited for her to ask what project meant. It’s hard toRead the Rest…

Insufficient

I bounced a check. There. It’s out. I wish I could tell you my insufficient funds were for a twenty thousand dollar super speedy motorboat with a deluxe bathroom on board. Instead I bounced a check for nineteen-dollar school pictures. The pictures came home with a copy of my bouncyRead the Rest…

When It Feels Like You’re Drowning

My daughter coughed and sputtered like I was drowning her. I wasn’t. Washing my three-year-old’s hair is always a big ordeal. As many times as I tell her to close her eyes and lean her head back, she doesn’t listen. Instead, as soon as she feels the water hit herRead the Rest…

When Rejection Comes

It was the strongest rejection letter I’d ever received. Each word struck something deep in me and burned like little open nicks on your fingers when the sanitizer hits them. The letter was anything but polite. It oozed with snarky condescension – and it was from a Christian editor. ToRead the Rest…

Be Still and Know

“Ouch! Don’t touch it!” My daughter cringed and pulled away from me as I tried to clean the burn on her arm. While celebrating the New Year with some friends, an errant firecracker shot the wrong way and hit my eight-year-old in the upper arm. “I just need to cleanRead the Rest…