I like rules. Rules tell me if I have met expectations, conformed with societal norms. My kids like rules – usually. Rules provide structure, keep them safe, help those little developing brains with messy decisions… “I want to make this unsafe choice on the playground. My friends will think it is cool. But my mom and dad would say no.”
Through my own journey of faith, I have been told over and over again that I am beloved. I was created, and I am adored, much loved, cherished, treasured, prized, highly regarded, admired, esteemed by the Creator. I know this is truth – for me and for all creation.
I came across this declaration in my notes from a bible study years ago: Continue reading
We sometimes work really hard to create joyous moments. We buy fancy toys, watch the latest entertainment, and take expensive trips. Sure, these are fun – but aren’t these moments far greater when we spend them with the people with love? I was in Boston once for a work conference. I saw these impressive historical sites, ate delicious seafood, and took a walking tour of the Freedom Trail. It was a really enjoyable visit! But the pleasure was muted because I was alone. Continue reading
There have been a few events lately which have forced me to think about life and the passage of time.
As this writing posts, I will be arriving at a 24-hour “Taste of Camp” with my six-year-old daughter. This is the camp where I learned that it is okay to share my thoughts about faith with a group of strangers. This is where I spent my summers during college, where I met my husband, where I met some of my closest friends. This camp had a huge impact on my life, and continues to be a special place of ministry for my family – and now my youngest child is old enough to actually attend! Continue reading
A memory appeared in my Facebook feed this week. Six years ago I wrote: “If this baby was born as early as my son was born, she would have arrived last Saturday. So, I still have 2 weeks to go – but have been pregnant longer than I was the first time!” Now, I doubt anyone really cared about this little piece of information, but I certainly did. I cared a lot! I was gigantically pregnant and counting down the days! Continue reading
Why do we spend so much time worried about what others think of us? My poor 9-year-old struggles with this – he has since he was little. He doesn’t want to disappoint anyone, he wants to follow the rules, yet he wants to do what his friends do. It can be a real struggle, and he is only in 3rd grade! The kid has no clue what is store the next 10 years… Continue reading
Last Sunday morning, my son and I raced to the car after soccer practice and flew out of the parking lot, hoping we would hit the stop lights just right and actually make the 11:00 church service on time. (We didn’t…) As I drove, he worked on peeling off his stinky shin guards and changing into something presentable for church – as much as he could constrained by a seat belt that is. Continue reading