Parenting refines the soul. That’s not pleasant.
Your screaming toddler just might save your soul.
Your screaming toddler just might save your soul.
Before my mom died, I faced Lent with a kind of calculated resolve. Now the season opens up differently for me, into a sort of invitation.
The day will come when death slaps my kids in the face. When it does, I want them to remember all our Ash Wednesdays.
My hope is that–with one eye on my prayer book, and the other on the compost heap–I can come to respect the work death does for us… the life it enables to take root.