Transforming Our Back to School Fears
In the days leading up to the start of school I had several conversations with my son Sam and all of them started the same: “Mom, I’m scared to start first grade.”
In the days leading up to the start of school I had several conversations with my son Sam and all of them started the same: “Mom, I’m scared to start first grade.”
“While 3 feet of distance will be encouraged where possible, the priority…is the full return of students.”
Isn’t it the fundamental call of all Christians to take on the role of God-bearer?
As I write, my current circumstances are probably as different as could be imagined from Clare on her bed of not-even-straw.
New children’s books and Bibles are challenging all of us to ask: what if God is bigger than our stereotypes?
Emotions stand at what feels like a mere blink away, always. I hear her message, that one I read just before a daughter was delivered weeks early and would need multiple surgeries before she and I finally got to sleep under the same roof of home…eucharisteo. Thanks in all circumstances, for all things.
Most prayer books sitting in the pew rack have a section of pages that are somewhat dirty. You see them from the side while the book is closed. They are darkened and protruding out a bit.
If you could talk to your younger self, what would you say? Miriam reflects on twenty-six years of being a parent as her youngest, a 2021 high school graduate, prepares to leave home.
Our five-year-old son is notorious for running around outside barefoot and showing back up on the doorstep with a bleeding stubbed toe. It has not mattered how many times this has occurred, how many reminders we give to put on shoes, or how much it hurts him in the moment, the boy does this over and over again.
Though we are not out of the woods yet, I’ve already begun looking in the rear-view mirror. In doing so, I’ve found some amazing gifts from this time.