For us, this is a time of weakness. Yet over and over again, God reminds me that it's good to be in need.
There’s nothing like a worldwide pandemic to reveal how my soul’s peace is tangled up in predictable circumstances and a sense of being in control.
Have you ever been so tired you wished you’d come down with a bug, just so you’d have an excuse to stay in bed?
My son loves building with Legos. His room looks like a Lego museum – and often like a construction zone, with tiny bricks strewn all over the floor, just waiting for an unsuspecting parent to walk in and step on them. At the end of this school year, he completed a report on our home… Continue reading Building Our Homes Like a Lego Master
How many grace-filled blessings are hiding in the middle of my everyday struggles?
Twenty questions with a stranger
Sometimes I just can’t control my tongue. It was not a good day. For whatever reason, we were just off. I was irritable and impatient. I found myself correcting every little infraction, every childish noise. The more I corrected, the more frustrated I became. And the more my kids acted up. After snapping at one of my children, I… Continue reading Taming the Tongue
“I’m writing a note to God,” my preschooler announces proudly. She thoughtfully scribbles her message on a 3×5 card, then opens the hinged lid of our ”Blessing Box” and adds her note to the jumbled mess of index cards. It looks disorderly, even confusing, but to me it’s a beautiful mess. Each of those mismatched… Continue reading The Blessing Box: Cultivating Gratefulness All Year Long
And just like that, summer is over. Summer vacation, that is. The heat is forecasted to stick with us for a while yet. The kids are back to their studies and our weekly routine is becoming more…routine. I’m not sure what happened to the lazy days of summer, but we didn’t see many of them… Continue reading Let’s Go Back: Returning to Rest when Life Won’t Slow Down
What happened to my joy? The question tugged at the corners of my soul as I trudged through each day. A dark cloud hovered over every waking moment. And sleep? That was a struggle, too. I had one bed-wetter and another child with night-terrors, so the sleep I did get was often fragmented and restless. How I… Continue reading When Depression Moves In