We’ve moved!!! Not a cyber move, but we’ve physically moved our family. Several months ago, we set aside planning our traditional relaxed summer activities to prepare to move. With a job change for my husband, we began our summer by decluttering our home and completing projects to put it on the market. Although I had […]
My son appeared fine when I picked him up from his Sunday school class. As we descended the stairs to the main floor, I was stunned when he adamantly and loudly insisted he was never coming to this church again. We quickly quieted him and asked if something had happened. He denied anything occurring, proclaimed […]
His face reflected such deep concentration as he bent over the small paper leaf, gripping his pencil too tightly. He’d just learned a new cursive letter and insisted he could write out what he was thankful for. With satisfaction, he announced I could put his leaf on the thankful tree. As he held it up […]
Over the last several weeks, my husband and I have found ourselves on a most interesting adventure. We have been visiting different churches within our community. We’re not ones to suddenly become “church hoppers,” and therefore our adventure feels a little crazy. We believe it’s important to have a home church, and yet understand we […]
Memories and emotions are funny things. Although they know no bounds of time, time can cause memories to stir and emotions to come to the surface. At least that was my weekend experience, where ten years felt like yesterday, as I reflected on the anniversary of the loss of my son. The morning of my […]
The other morning I was quietly enjoying my devotion time. I was a little behind my usual schedule, and the boys were up early. With one engaged in a craft, and the other disappearing back into a bedroom, I refreshed my coffee and returned to my favorite overstuffed chair to continue with prayer and reading. […]
I have come to believe parenting is the single most challenging privilege I will ever experience. The rush of responsibility in holding a new infant, the joy of first steps, the worrisome late nights of illness, the hours of backyard batting practice, and nights of just one more book. So many memories already made with […]
My son would have graduated high school this year. I pray his childhood friends remember the message he left for them.
One young woman approached the crowd, but did not join it. She noticed me and flashed a nervous smile. Despite our language differences, we communicated. She was visibly cold from the night air, yet could not accept the free gift I offered her.
It is human nature to become angry after being hurt. What we do with that anger is our choice.