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.
I read my boys the Bible every morning during their growing-up years. I’m glad I did.
Your screaming toddler just might save your soul.
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 would start with the memorized prayer, then go “off script” and talk to God. She learned to pray.
I’m an Episcopal Youth Event parent. It matters that I stop, hear my daughter’s story – and listen for what God has done in it.
Visiting holy spaces helps us find the wonder and beauty of God in unfamiliar surroundings.
My daughter is learning to trust her sense of herself and her vocation. So am I.
Family visits can be a pilgrimage into the heart of love and acceptance, not perfect like God’s love, but a great reflection.
I expected to like Wonder Woman. I didn’t. But I loved what my son told me during the movie.