The Good News (for when we blow it)
Embody the love of God to my children? There are moments when I’m just trying to find the nearest hole into which I can crawl and hide.
Embody the love of God to my children? There are moments when I’m just trying to find the nearest hole into which I can crawl and hide.
Walking a labyrinth taught me about God’s presence in our parenting journeys.
The first time my children worshipped without me in the pew next to them, something remarkable happened.
At the end of the day, respect is not just a social virtue — it’s a theological virtue too. Sharing worship with my kids is one more opportunity to practice.
The practice of gratitude – rooted in Scripture, lived out daily – is worth cultivating at home.
I’ve learned over the years that letting go is one of the primary and most challenging practices of parenting. That’s especially true as my son flies away to begin adult life.
I provided my adult daughter with a faith foundation. Now, she’s telling me it made a difference.
As parents and caregivers, our children are our guests as they learn to find their way through life.
Parenting a child with special needs is living with the beloved child you have and not the one you had imagined.
I want to be in a place that embraces all people, including young, wiggly, wandering ones, as a blessing, not a burden.