No parent, not matter how old your child is, wants to watch his or her child to be hurt. We need to find ways to rebuild our children so that they want to continue to pursue their goals. This time, we did this by praying for those who wish us to fail.
Our traditional family observance isn’t fitting so well at this stage of our life. Might Lent Madness? We’re about to find out.
My son stunned me with the depth of his faith and passion for the teachings of Jesus.
Tonight I was blessed with a three-generation discussion about the Bible. I’m still pinching myself.
After surgery, homemade prayer cards from my teen daughters were truly a blessing.
Perhaps you know a person who can out-argue any potentially successful advice. Kaia could teach a class on how to shoot down suggestions of any plausibility level. I often want to roll my eyes and say “Ok, whatever, you’ve got it all figured out. Let me know how it goes next time.” This time, before I spoke, I paused and prayed for guidance, and God heard.
My mom died fifteen years ago, and it’s still tough to think about “doing the holidays” without her. But through God’s grace and our love for Jesus, we’ve created new ways to celebrate the baby who changed the world.
We have insurance policies, health insurance, spare tires, first aid kits, and AAA. What preparation do we have for when we have a spiritual emergency?
Sixteen of us from four congregations joined at the top of a mountain to share communion and pray together.
We were lucky to have 36 hours to prepare before we evacuated. In Baton Rouge this August, people had 5 minutes.