Dazzled By The Son
“I get to see a real person?” I’d just gotten off the phone with my friend and the kids’ beloved babysitter. She’d called to say she was on her way over to pick something up. Our seven-year-old daughter heard my side of the conversation and couldn’t contain her excitement over seeing an actual person somewhere other… Continue reading Let’s Do It Together
“The Great I AM is not frustrated by our frailties or impatient with our humanity. Instead, he willingly takes the place of a shepherd to lead with us through our earthly journey.”
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
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
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
"Alleluia. Alleluia!" The words of our song echoed through the Russian cathedral. We stood in the balcony, enraptured by the polished beauty surrounding us. We were playing tourist that day, taking time off in the middle of a mission trip to Siberia. Our team didn't plan on singing. There was no audience, at least no… Continue reading Ministry That Doesn’t Look Like Ministry
“I’m glad we’re #christians,” said my pre-teen daughter. I asked her why and her response still echoes in my heart. #hope #faith #parenting #motherhood #kids
“I’m glad we eat together as a family,” said my pre-teen daughter as she served up a second helping. Her comment warmed my heart. I, too, love our shared moments around the table. Sometimes they’re rushed as we squeeze in a meal before Wednesday night AWANA or some other obligation. But most often, our dinners… Continue reading Memorable Mealtimes
Ding! A new text message lit up the screen of my iPhone. I opened it to find a long note from my mom containing a list she’s compiled of over 350 names and attributes of God. The day before she and I had chatted about my fascination with learning God’s names as a means to… Continue reading A Mother’s Legacy
"Don't You care that she's not helping me?" Martha's words reflected the turmoil in her soul. With so much to do, how could Mary just sit there? Did she forget about their large dinner party tonight? The food wouldn't cook itself! Martha wanted so much for everything to be perfect - the meal, the accommodations,… Continue reading Come Close
