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.
Truth Tales – Sometimes Helping Others is as Easy as Enjoying a Story
I recently met a wonderful woman by the name of Mary. She is lovely and fascinating, caring and intelligent – basically all of the things I want to be when I grow up. We met through a mutual friend at…
Trying New Things and a Giant Thank You
When my husband first started encouraging me on this blogging journey, my biggest worry was that I wouldn’t have anything to say. Or, at least, I wouldn’t have anything to say that people would want to read. After all, I…
Sometimes We Need the Old to Comfort Us During the New
Sometimes I need the comfort of my friend that I know and that knows me. The one I’m familiar with, the one where I can easily find the wisdom and counsel that I need without having to search.
An Open Letter to Vacation Bible School Volunteers
Dear VBS Volunteer (or Servant, or Worker, or Helper), Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of this momma’s heart. Thank you for the days and weeks and months of preparation. Thank you for thinking about this week long before…
Six (or Seven) Parenting Decisions I Refuse to Feel Guilty About
While I’m definitely not immune to the mommy guilt, there are a few things that I’ve decided I REFUSE to feel guilty about. I’ve drawn my line in the sand, and I’m not budging.
Please Don’t Call Yourself That
I was sitting in the car yesterday with two of my daughters, and my middle daughter said something that bothered me. A lot. She was trying to tell us a story about something or other, but in the middle of…
