My Godson Taught Me about God
When I became a godmother, I thought I would be the one doing the teaching.
When I became a godmother, I thought I would be the one doing the teaching.
Our family Bible study continues. The word of God is working in our family, and that means Bible study isn’t always easy, nice, or pretty. Yet, we’re blessed. Here’s why.
Our family is in church every Sunday. Except for one week this summer, when we weren’t.
I have my own criteria for selecting a seat in church. But giving my children the freedom to pick where they want to sit has helped me see my limitations.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post about being frustrated at my family’s lack of scripture in our lives, so we started a family Bible study. Here’s what happened.
How wonderful to hear my daughter comb through her day, picking out the moments she wanted to share with me, before God.
Classic children’s books may not be overtly religious, but so many of them are deeply profound.
My daughters, raised on Godly Play, are now drifting away from the Bible. What can I do?
As we sit on the floor and color a Bible illustration together, I can ask him some questions about that Bible story.
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.