My heart broke again. It started in the car. “Mama, no one will include me at recess. I keep asking to play, but everyone already has […]
Some of my first memories of our tiny country church are in the first pew, sitting right next to my great-grandmother. After raising my grandmother […]
For twenty years, my prayer practice reminded me that my children were sealed with the Holy Spirit and marked as Christ’s own forever.
I’ve slowly come up with a few small things that might at least plant the seeds of understanding “life from death” for our secular grandchildren.
Our four-year-old granddaughter enjoyed retelling the Christmas story. So did I – until it took an unexpected turn.
Celebrating Christmas for all twelve days helped our family – first, after a divorce, and now, with our grandchildren.
As a grandparent, I’m called to embody the light of God to my grandkids. One way I do this is through sharing children’s books that pass on essential values.
My relationship with my grandparents planted some of the seeds for my adult conversion to Christianity.
It helps to remember: we are all the Body of Christ, and the hem of his garment.
In Sherry Turkle’s book Alone Together, she describes the familiar scene in a coffee shop where two people – friends, lovers, perhaps spouses – sit […]