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.
To Do or To Be: That is the Question
I miss, no ache, for busyness. In busyness, we find temporary worth, and get an “importance-rush” that nails us to the hamster wheel of frenzy. […]
Slightly Frantic Liturgy
When I worked with youth, one of my favorite events was an agape meal. It started as a Seder and I eventually started calling it “What Would Jesus Eat” which I found hilarious.
Look Up
It had been such a rough day. My eyes hurt from crying tears of frustration, and I was tired.
Praying our way on the narrow path
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.