On the Sabbath, I resist the impulse to control my kids’ wild energy and excitement.
As a parent, moving a family creates a sense of dread and anticipation all wrapped into one.
I know how it can be hard to separate co-parenting from the pain of divorce. But I also know God is still at work in my life.
One would think, after my own experience, that I’d be ultra careful with my own kids’ scriptural education.
I asked my girls what they think my husband and I did to nurture their friendship. They attribute their love for each other to some of our core values.
I have read through the Bible, cover to cover, probably three times so far.
My dad always says, “Nothing will change in your life if you do not read the Bible.” I believe this is true.
Jesus does wonders with that still space we make in our hearts and makes it enough—more than enough—to carry us wherever we need to go.
Everyone loves babies. They know where they’ve come from and they know to whom they belong: Infinite Love.
All of the snippets of scripture that we hear in worship and sing in hymns “count” in my children’s Christian education.