My children loved watching Mister Rogers Neighborhood on TV and if I’m honest, his quiet deliberate way of talking about life had a calming effect on me, too. The former Presbyterian pastor’s warm smile, compassionate heart and friendly puppets were convincing to viewers that he, indeed, did “like you just the way you are.” But in June of 1990, when I was 36 and our daughters 8, 10 and 12 were no longer Mister Rogers’…comments
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The most popular post on my blog is one I wrote last year called, The Number One Sign Your Kids are Just Borrowing Your Faith (and Not Developing Their Own). That post has been read by more than 80,000 people and shared almost 14,000 times. Clearly it resonated deeply with people. So what was the sign that your kids are just “borrowing” your faith? They rarely, if ever, ask questions about it. Many parents wrote…comments
I’m ready to leave the shop, but one thing stands in my way—the door. Not exactly a formidable barrier, but the odds are against me. My preschooler is running in circles, while my toddler pulls at my left hand; my right hand grips this terribly unwieldy baby carrier. Inside the carrier is my infant daughter. She is hungry and tired and howling. My purse is falling off one shoulder, my diaper bag off the other.…comments
I woke up early this morning praying and decided to write a challenge for husbands to pray over their wives more intentionally this year. So here you go, men! You’ll never love your wife more than when you pray for her. Humbling yourself before an all-powerful God and asking Him to do what only He can in her life - that’s a level of intimacy beyond anything the world has to offer. Praying for her…comments
The familiar smell of coffee delighted my senses as I stepped into my favorite local coffee shop. I examined the shelves. This could be perfect! Each item seemed unique enough to be personal and general enough to please anyone who drinks a morning cup of coffee. I picked out and purchased two great Christmas gifts. I small-talked with the cashier, placed my items in a bag, and stepped out into the crisp beginnings of winter weather…comments
Do you remember your first loose tooth? Wiggly, staring, pressing your tongue to push it outward in hopes it would fall out. Eating apples in hopes it would show up attached somewhere on the core. Waiting. Staring. Waiting some more.. It’s quite a monumental event. Losing teeth, growing up it is a right of passage – baby teeth move out while grown up teeth move in. I remember I would freak out every time I'd…comments