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.
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.
I had no idea that reading, writing, and editing Daily Devo: Devotions for Families would make me a better disciple, and a better parent.
I am no saint of the church. I am a mom on the sidelines praying that my kids will run the race of faith.
Responding to kids’ faith questions when they come – including in the car on the way to ballet – helps them understand that faith matters every day of the week.
St. Jude’s legacy is based on just one spoken question.
A few months ago, Nurya encouraged me to write about my experience parenting in extreme pain. Now that surgery is imminent, I’m ready to share how my pain has brought me closer to my family, my friends, and to God.