It’s a Monday night. There’s a group of sophomore boys from a local Catholic high school, a well-dressed young man with a Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints badge prominently displayed, two international students from a local college, a couple of Lutherans (my son and myself) and some men, residents of the homeless shelter where we were serving the evening meal. Continue reading
This past Wednesday, my 9-year-old and I quickly walked up the stairs at church. Late as usual, we were rushing between faith formation hour and worship. I could hear the music begin to play, when my son stopped me. He looked at me with those dark brown eyes, and I knew he was fighting back tears. He began to tell me about what had happened with another child in his class.
Here is how it went down, as I scribed for my son later that night… Continue reading
I know the deep contentment which comes with awareness of God’s presence. I also know what it is like to feel separated and unsettled, stepping forward blindly without fully trusting that God is taking care of me. Unfortunately, my trust in God’s guidance seems to ebb and flow – never ending ups and downs. Based on conversations recently, I don’t think I’m alone in this. Continue reading
It is a big week in the life of the Christian church. Wednesday – March 1 – was Ash Wednesday. This day marks the beginning of Lent, the march towards Easter and our celebration of a risen God. Continue reading
Christmas is fast approaching – and with it comes food. Oh, not just regular food, but the buttery, sugary, absolutely delicious, melt-in-your-mouth, can’t stop eating it food! Overeating is almost expected this time of the year – tis the season to add a few pounds, right?! Continue reading
As my son molds into the person he was created to be, I am increasingly amazed by his intelligence, his compassion, his faith. As each day passes, I know him more deeply and experience more joy from his presence in my life! More than this, I’m starting to recognize that my son is a far better human than I am!
When I am angry with someone or sad, or afraid that someone is mad at me, I avoid. On the empathy scale, I’m a zero – maybe a one on a good day. Why do I do this? Why do I avoid conflict? My son – at only 7-years-old – handles things differently. Continue reading
We are working our way back into the school routine; enjoying this time when school has started yet our evenings are not yet filled with practices, lessons and meetings. My little family has eaten dinner together at our table 5 of the last 8 nights! That may be a record! What a blessing to have the time to sit together, share our days, and actually be able to listen to what each person has to say! Continue reading