A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Driving to the camp site to speak to some lovely ladies about leadership, I knew I was not up to the task. I knew that I was not the leader I wished to be and therefore, I was certainly unqualified to share the intricacies of the subject.
Yet, here…
I don’t like failing, and maybe that’s a harsh word for it, but I definitely blew it this morning.
I had this conversation with Ivan after many attempts at helping him with his Bible quiz today. “Ivan, do you know your Bible verse?”
“I think so.”…
Gripping string I watched his hands wind and pull, sensitive to wind hundreds of feet above his reach.
I had told him how to hang on. How to hold tight but give when needed. When there’s too much slack, we pull the string and step backward until…
Four years ago we voted in America and the Republicans were disappointed and the Democrats were jubilant. I remember the slogans and the claims for “hope and change” that spurred many to vote for our first black president. He was supposed to be this m…
Ivan has outgrown so many things. He gets bigger, bolder, more clever and more independent every day. There are a few things though that we are consistently working on. One of them is using words instead of whines.
He is dramatic.
Over the top…
After a recent discussion on facebook regarding gateway words I felt this would be a good edit and repost from a post I published in 2009.
Yesterday on the way home from school Owen was surprised at something we were talking about and responded wit…
Little Tina has an itch in her throat,She recites campaign slogans by rote.Every lie that is told,Makes her more and more bold,And she can’t WAIT to get out her vote!
Just thought I’d share a little story about prayer answered and God’s abundant but practical grace.
Tuesday morning I was barely on time as we headed out the door for school, only to find that my van wouldn’t start. It made the clicking sound of a d…
I made a centerpiece last month. I had noticed this on Pinterest and I thought it was cute. It wasn’t exactly what I was looking for though, so I adapted, and imagined, and shopped my house until I had this.
“Dear Philip” she wrote on the page,In response to her own fit of rage.She felt if he knewHer outbursts weren’t true,He’d be duped, and her dreams reengage.