I pack my prayerbook – every time.
That little black book went every where with me. And one day, on a particularly scary day, it probably saved my sanity.
I pack my prayerbook – every time. Read Post »
That little black book went every where with me. And one day, on a particularly scary day, it probably saved my sanity.
I pack my prayerbook – every time. Read Post »
Making my offering became a very holy, personal thing to me.
My parents taught me to give 10% back to God. Here’s how it worked. Read Post »
To wrap our children in cotton and insulate them from reality, from the hard and jagged edges of life, is to do them a deep disservice—because Jesus shows up in those hard places.
How do we talk with children about difficult realities? Read Post »
When it comes to raising babies, you need all the help you can get. And I was raised by a four-square gospel choir of women.
Many Hands Make Light Work Read Post »
Praying together was one of the ways my parents taught us what it meant to be family. Those childhood prayer practices still shape my life today.
Praying with kids matters – for a lifetime Read Post »
Finding a collection of Forward Day by Day covers reminded me of my father’s faith practice – a daily ritual that helped shape my soul.
Faith at Home, Remembered Read Post »
Once upon a time, in a vocational incarnation from four jobs ago, I spent thirty minutes, four days a week, leading
A 3 year-old led the prayer. And it was good. Read Post »