I have taken a break from the myth of my own indispensability.
We want to give our children the world! So often what we end up giving them is continued complicity in the world’s model of desire and scarcity. Our faith teaches something better.
The creation of these prayers nearly always binds a group together in profound ways.
This end-of-year sprint is familiar territory for all of us. And still, every year it rolls around and surprises us.
God always gives us enough love, enough index cards, enough milk, enough snuggles, and compassion to share.
Asking God for help in prayer is the closest thing we get to being exactly like Jesus’ disciples.
I want the big, beautiful challenge that comes with the discipline of setting aside a full 24-hours for rest.
On the Sabbath, I resist the impulse to control my kids’ wild energy and excitement.
You’ve made me smile and cry and thank God for the goodness and love you’ve shown to so many people.
I don’t know about your feed, but mine is full of posts about how to talk to our children about this latest tragedy. Here’s where God led us when we finally did.