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Happy New Year! As we begin 2019 I’ve seen a lot of people on social media making New Years Resolutions to read the Bible more. While a fabulous goal, I fear our spiritual fitness often goes the way of our physical fitness; we buy that gym membership, and work really hard in January and February, but lose conviction around March …
Yesterday my children and I were reading the Bible while they played in the bathtub. We came to the verse in Matthew 4:17, where it says, “From that time Jesus began to preach, saying, ‘Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand.'”
I had hand-drawn cards from my kids, a bottle of wine and roses from my husband, but I felt I couldn’t fully appreciate them. Mother’s Day just wasn’t about me. There was an emptiness that could only be explained by the hole that was left by my mother.
The following is the first in a series of faux-Psalms, inspired by the elegant writing style of the Psalmists as well as the plight of the average stay at home mom. I considered calling them Molms, but I was concerned no one would get it. While humorous in nature, don’t assume for a second these aren’t actual prayers I’ve prayed. Deliver me O …
Here are a few tips from my toddler on how to cope with tiredness: 1. Take off all your clothes, put on your Sunday dress shoes, stand on a chair, and wail. 2. Repeatedly hand Mommy solid objects and command her to, “OPEN!” Cry when she cannot. 3. Eat Desitin. 4. Open the freezer and cry that there’s no ice cream. …
I’m about to be super transparent. I don’t know why I feel the need to put that disclaimer at the beginning of this post, but there it is. The following isn’t sugar coated, it isn’t pretty, and it isn’t fun. But it’s real. And if I feel this way, other people must as well, so maybe my sharing this will help …
As I read through the Pslams with the girls, I am often struck by how relevant they are to our modern political and cultural plight. This of course should not be surprising, since the human hand that penned them was inspired and directed by a divine author who has known us heart and soul since before the dawn of time. Today I read …
I was about 11 years old when I realized that my dad didn’t love me. I remember praying and telling God, “You need to be my Father. You need to be my dad. If I don’t have a dad, I’m going to have a lot of problems when I turn into a teenager.” I still had a lot of problems …
Dear Dad I Never Had, As you know, we have never met. It’s not because I didn’t have a dad. I did. I had a biological father, but he didn’t love me. So, he wasn’t really a real dad, was he? But you were. I imagined you. I missed you. I still miss you … every day.
Any time I read the Bible to the girls, I paraphrase using words they’ll understand. My 3 year old interjects her own interesting ideas, which often reveal how she as a toddler comprehends the Bible. Here’s a transcript of the adorable hilarity that went down this afternoon: