The Best Parenting Prayer I Know
Two simple prayers: “Help me, help me, help me.” and “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” have sustained my parenting.
Two simple prayers: “Help me, help me, help me.” and “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” have sustained my parenting.
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.
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.
As parents and caregivers, our children are our guests as they learn to find their way through life.
I want to be in a place that embraces all people, including young, wiggly, wandering ones, as a blessing, not a burden.
I don’t ever want my children to think for one second that love and grace have to be earned.
How can we tell our kids the whole story of Scripture – not bit by bit as moral fables, but as a big story which is also their own?
Reading another post on this blog prompted me to ask my girls about their personal prayer lives. It went NOTHING like I thought it would.