What is This “Evangelism” You Speak of?
Sometimes I think the word “evangelism” has gotten a bad rap. People picture that loud guy with a sign at the football game. Or the preacher on the corner throwing hell and damnation, along with a fair amount of spit,…
They Can’t Take Jesus Out of Our Schools if We Send Jesus to School in Our Kids
This parenting gig comes with all sorts of worries. Some we have a small amount of control over – like making sure we don’t run out of milk or that the electric bill is paid on time – and others…
When All You Can Say Is – I’m Here
That’s all I could say. That’s all I could do. Over and over, rocking and rocking, whispering in his ear as he clung to my neck – Mama’s here. Mama’s here. I have you now.
When the Pain Won’t Stop
It was after 9 pm. I had unofficially “clocked out” for the day. I say unofficial because you’re never REALLY off the clock as a parent, but by 9 pm the kids were all settled in bed for the night.…
Can You Help Me Out?
So I’m doing this thing tomorrow where I have to actually talk. Out loud. In front of a lot of people. Not behind a computer screen or from the safety of my couch – which, in case you were wondering,…
Don’t Let Fear Win
I went to a writing conference recently. Yes, I realize that may sound boring if you don’t like writing, but for someone who’s always enjoyed the act of putting words on paper, it was a lot of fun. Being surrounded…
When the Backseat Driver is You
My youngest child has recently started taking an interest in our car rides. Where before he would sit in his car seat and talk about whatever came to mind – animal sounds, water towers, school buses (you know, the usual)…
If I Could Give One Gift To My Children, It Would Be This
“I’m stupid.” “I’m ugly.” “People don’t like me.” “I’m bad at that.” To my child, I hear these defeated words spilling from your lips. Sometimes shouted, sometimes murmured quietly and sometimes swimming silently behind your eyes as you glare out…
Love Anyway: What I’m Telling My Kids About the Church Shooting
I started this morning watching my girls get ready for church. They stood next to each other in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing their hair and talking about the things young girls talk about in the morning. “I wanted…
What My Daughter’s Hugs Have Taught Me
Her favorite words are, “you’re the best!” as she holds on with every bit of strength her little body can muster.
