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.
“How did I get here?” I thought. “More importantly, how do I get out?”
I want my children to remember me as a person who loved them deeply, but who loved herself just as much.
By sharing in our brokenness, we find healing. We find God.
I read my boys the Bible every morning during their growing-up years. I’m glad I did.
Visiting holy spaces helps us find the wonder and beauty of God in unfamiliar surroundings.
I started to very intentionally work prayer into our daily conversation in ways that didn’t feel forced or hokey.
I said a prayer for guidance and remembered no one can comprehend the grace of God.
How do you teach your kids and teens to be thankful? How do you practice forgiveness? I’ve find practicing forgiveness and thankfulness much like choir or cello practice. It takes a lot of work, and the work never seems to end. And I don’t just mean for our kids.
I asked our church’s youth what mattered to them.