I grew up in a home where Southern hospitality was a way of life. We had a sitting room where my mother served tea to friends while catching up over conversation
I’m not quite sure when eating as a family of six turned into a contact sport, but I work to convince my daughters to drop the mob mentality each evening. Elbows are thrown, insults may be hurled, and by the end, someone is crying.Usually, it’s not me.
Despite my best attempts, we struggle committing to a formal Christian education time or daily devotion in our house of chaos. I couldn’t quite put my finger on exactly why, but it was likely the four busy, beautiful daughters I call my own.
Her comments caught me off guard to say this least, one evening as she was getting ready for bed. “Why am I like this? I […]
From the outside, our youngest daughter looks like a typical developing toddler. If you passed her in the store, you would probably think that she […]
It’s tough to miss my family at church. Obscurity is not our thing. Our group of six easily takes up an entire pew. Four blond […]
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 […]