This spring I will have all teenagers for the first time. Four girls. Mine is the world of messy buns and pink Frappuccinos on Snapchat. And I can tell you this is the happiest and easiest season of parenting for me … Continue reading
I watch boys on Wednesday nights. Lots of rambunctious, loud, sweaty, muddy-sneakered boys in continuous motion. I can barely keep up with them or imagine a game entertaining enough to hold their attention for a nanosecond. God must think He’s … Continue reading
I called my dad this morning to recommend a great movie I watched last night, The Music Never Stopped (currently on Netflix). That’s one of the many things my dad and I have in common–movies. We didn’t have TV growing up, but family … Continue reading
I don’t like your Facebook posts. I love them. For eight years you have made me laugh and moved me to tears. You’ve broadened my thinking and inspired me to affect change in my small part of the world. You’ve … Continue reading
Yesterday after school my young daughter burst into the kitchen and announced, with all the alarm of a good little evangelical, “Mom! My teacher says the earth is two billion years old!” I sighed and felt an old unrest creep … Continue reading
Little did I ever know I’d be writing a post like this, trying to make my fingers type the words as my heart pounds and tears threaten to spill over again. She was about thirteen. We were sitting in … Continue reading
I can imagine some who read my Father’s Day post from last year may feel slighted in the Daddy-hood department. Of course you have a healthy view of God, Faith. You had a wonderful dad. You’d be right; I did, … Continue reading
It’s a Saturday afternoon and I’m standing before an overcrowded room of sleepy moms at nap time. Before I launch into my outline, I give them permission to fall asleep, on the condition they don’t judge me if I slump … Continue reading
When plane passengers experience strong wind turbulence, they do what comes naturally. Some pray, some panic. Some grab barf bags. I grab my laptop and start typing my will. At least, that’s what I did on a flight a few … Continue reading
I used to dread Christmas. I could almost say I hated it. Now I’m sad it’s almost over and it’s not even here yet! The change came as a result of learning to ask myself one question whenever I felt … Continue reading