I pack my prayerbook – every time.
That little black book went every where with me. And one day, on a particularly scary day, it probably saved my sanity.
My parents taught me to give 10% back to God. Here’s how it worked.
Making my offering became a very holy, personal thing to me.
How do we talk with children about difficult realities?
To wrap our children in cotton and insulate them from reality, from the hard and jagged edges of life, is to do them a deep disservice—because Jesus shows up in those hard places.
Many Hands Make Light Work
When it comes to raising babies, you need all the help you can get. And I was raised by a four-square gospel choir of women.
Praying with kids matters – for a lifetime
Praying together was one of the ways my parents taught us what it meant to be family. Those childhood prayer practices still shape my life today.
Faith at Home, Remembered
Finding a collection of Forward Day by Day covers reminded me of my father’s faith practice – a daily ritual that helped shape my soul.
A 3 year-old led the prayer. And it was good.
Once upon a time, in a vocational incarnation from four jobs ago, I spent thirty minutes, four days a week, leading
