The first time we sent a child off to school was August of 2005. Our oldest son was just three years old. Yes, that’s him in the picture – so tiny and huggable. Today he started 6th grade and is almost two inches taller than I am (of course, still[Read more]
There are so many things I want to give my children, but I’m convinced the greatest gift I can ever give them is a sense of contentment with what they already have. I’m learning it’s a daily lesson I must teach them – partly because the consumer culture in which we[Read more]
Several months ago, I agreed to preach on Pentecost Sunday, at the church where my parents worship, in southern Illinois. I like pulpit supply work, especially when the obligation provides an excuse for my little family to visit my parents for a few days. But as the dates for this[Read more]
There are dozens of ways our boys can melt my heart. Some things they do completely aware of the affect it will have on me (accompanied by a nefarious plan that will only work if mom is thinking with her heart instead of her head). Others are unexpected (those are[Read more]
There’s not a household on earth where the words “It’s not fair!” aren’t heard every now and then. If you have children under the age of, oh, 23, then it’s likely you hear it on a regular basis. Our younger son (8) is wrestling with what’s “fair” a lot these[Read more]