“The sun must be sad today, Mama,” my younger son said to me.
In a regular year, last Sunday would have been “Rally Day” at my church.
I don’t know much about dream analysis, but maybe I should look into it.
I have my share of impulsive freak-outs when I glance at the couch from the kitchen and see my tween daughters in their favorite spots staring at their screens again.
I had something curious happen to me this past week, and it’s made me pay attention and wonder how the events of this past year are affecting not only me, but all of us.
As we survey the world around us, where is Jesus? Where is our Savior in the midst of rising pandemic deaths and ruthless injustice for our neighbors?
When the social isolation impacts of the Coronavirus began, I was talking to my kids’ shared godmother about how she was doing.
I would love to be delivered from the disquietude, the anxiety, the unease, of this world. Want to come up with me to the mountain for just a little bit?
Our almost-8-year-old son is attending two weeks of day camp right now, in the middle of July, hopefully before the second wave of covid-19 crashes into our area of central Virginia.
As the coronavirus pandemic stretches longer and longer, figuring out how to parent in this time of uncertainty adds new challenges each and every day.