The theology of a child is often much less about the words in a book and more about the lives we are building for them.
Read MoreThe other day he was building one of his new sets at my parents’ house next door when I told him it was time to come home. But at some point along the route, he lost a piece.
Read MoreI’m sitting on the sofa in the living room listening to my boys upstairs. They are master players.
Read MoreLike most birth stories, ours included a cast of characters, props, and twists and turns that kept us on our toes.
Read MoreJumping in mud puddles, a bubble bath during the day, popsicles on the porch, a trip to the local library
Read MoreI may not be hitting post as frequently, but I am writing more than I ever have. The truth is, for the last three years I have been working on a personal project.
Read MoreWhat I’m finding about motherhood in this season is that it is a delicate balancing act of loving my boys well and pursuing my calling.
Read MoreSometimes discouragement lingers heavily on a regular Tuesday morning.
Read MoreI’ve been in a hurry my entire life, it seems. My mom jokes that I’ve been running as long as I could walk.
Read More“Write what is true” I exhale at the keyboard waiting for divine inspiration to strike. But the truth is….I’m irritable and tired. I want to write something encouraging for moms in light of Mother’s Day that is also not completely cliche. I DON’T want to talk about politics (or hear or read about them for that matter) but if I am being honest, it’s what is plaguing me the most.
Read MoreSummers for kids are pure magic. Summers for adults trying to keep the magic alive for their kids are…less magical.
Read MoreI acknowledge that your yes to their life very likely opened up a world of “no’s” in your own life.
Read MoreI am she. And here’s how I know. I find this particular season of motherhood both incredibly fulfilling and inexplicably draining. I am guilt-ridden over
Read MoreI want to build a world for my kids that is far less scary than the version the news likes to tell us.
Read MoreI bet if I asked you to close your eyes and picture the tastes and smells of your childhood, you would be able to recall in vivid detail
Read MoreBy the time Cyrus was one, he had already been on three major trips, watched embers of a fire glow in the mountains and touched his chunky toes in the salty ocean.
Read MoreTo my fellow stay-at-home moms and dads—we carry the badge of dark circles under our mascaraless eyes, hungry for interaction with humans who can make their own snacks and wipe their own bottoms.
Read More“Daddy, what are they doing?” Cyrus asked from the gray steps of my parents’ porch as protestors marched past chanting the words, “I can’t breathe.”
Read More697 days. That’s the length of time that our precious Malachi was in foster care. Forever. That’s the length of time we have to love him and know that he is ours.
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