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.
A few weeks ago, I sat in a parent-teacher conference with my fifth grader.
It’s a Sunday after church and we’re stuffing Nutella-ed plates and oatmeal-ed bowls into the dishwasher while also fixing lunch. Except one of us is already done and inviting the neighbors over.
We’re only two weeks into Lent but it seems like we’ve integrated a new habit into our lives.
I encourage my boys to pray, but I’m not sure I’ve done a good job of showing them how. That’s something I will change this Lent.
I said a prayer for guidance and remembered no one can comprehend the grace of God.
I like that these prayers always feel accessible to me—always seem to be running on some subliminal loop inside my heart.
I made a handout to teach my parish the practice of Compline. I wasn’t sure quite what would happen when I took five home.
The day will come when death slaps my kids in the face. When it does, I want them to remember all our Ash Wednesdays.
Our traditional family observance isn’t fitting so well at this stage of our life. Might Lent Madness? We’re about to find out.