Hiking our way: rebuilding our church’s youth group
“How did I get here?” I thought. “More importantly, how do I get out?”
“How did I get here?” I thought. “More importantly, how do I get out?”
I want my children to remember me as a person who loved them deeply, but who loved herself just as much.
By sharing in our brokenness, we find healing. We find God.
When dealing with teenagers, you have a choice: let their mood dictate everything else going on, or allow them to feel their feelings while you do something different. Here’s what happened when I sprang a last-minute trip to the beach on the girls.
This week, the annual business meeting and conference of The Union of Black Episcopalians is taking place in New Jersey. I can’t help but reflect on my past years attending UBE as a child and teenager. I waited for it all year.
My daughter is learning to trust her sense of herself and her vocation. So am I.
I started to very intentionally work prayer into our daily conversation in ways that didn’t feel forced or hokey.
Today we celebrate the Feast of the Visitation, when Mary goes to visit her older cousin, Elizabeth after accepting the call to carry and give birth to Jesus. Just why do we celebrate this event? Where’s our place in the story? Let’s find it.
How do you teach your kids and teens to be thankful? How do you practice forgiveness? I’ve find practicing forgiveness and thankfulness much like choir or cello practice. It takes a lot of work, and the work never seems to end. And I don’t just mean for our kids.
By building intentionality into our days, my girls and I make time to enjoy God’s creation.