When Your Child Asks the Hard Questions
Our kids ask us the hard questions. And while some of those questions I dread hearing, I know it’s good that they ask us – hopefully, it means they know we’re safe, that we’ll tell the truth, and that we…
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…
So God Made a Family
He knew you would need someone to turn to in the middle of the night that would hold you close instead of push you away. So God made a family. He knew the road ahead would be hard in some…
Dear Christian Friends, What are Your Words REALLY Saying?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about stories. Perhaps that’s not so odd since I spend so much of my time writing stories – but more specifically, I have been thinking about personal stories. Everyone has their own personal story…
Marry the Man Who Makes You Coffee
On those days, those ships passing in the night days, when the best we can do is an end-of-the-day reminder that dinner has been kept warm on the stove, my morning cup of coffee is a touchstone for me. It…
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…
Man Cold Meets Nurture Umbrella (Or the Surprising Things You Can Learn When Arguing with your Spouse)
Sometimes it’s good to go ahead and have the argument, even when you think you already know what the other person will say. They may just surprise you.
Finding Beauty in the Brokenness
We took our family to the beach recently. It was fun to build sandcastles with the kids, jump the waves and hear the belly laughs when one of them would get tumbled off their boogie board and pop their heads…
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…
To My Husband – You’re Still Pretty Sexy
Dear Husband, Remember when we were in our 20s, before kids and bills and meetings and obligations? Remember the time before 3am screams about nightmares and toddlers trying to watch you pee? We would take a drive in your jeep…
