As the kids get older, it has become easier to pass the time during car rides, while standing in lines, or when waiting for the school bus. In the past few months, we have played a lot of “Would you rather…” The more we play, the better questions we get. Sure, my 5-year-old will still ask something like “Would you rather eat pizza or mashed potatoes?” But my 9-year-old? He’s posed some deep, thought-provoking questions lately; questions which demand reflection and honesty.
My 7-year-old son and I sat close together in church one recent Sunday morning. The service was about to begin; music filled the air. He leaned nearer to me and said “Sometimes what I hear in the Bible is hard to believe.” Continue reading
I wrote my 52nd weekly post on Easter Sunday. That is one whole year of writing every week about faith, family, life, failure, joy and chaos. One year ago, the idea to share my private thoughts in such a public forum was a massive jump out of my comfort zone. I typically shield my emotions, failures and questions. But somehow sharing my faith journey through the written word has been easy (mostly), fun and a great way to hold myself accountable to an ongoing faith practice!
I will often explain to others how much more difficult it is to parent my 2-year-old daughter when compared to my 6-year-old son. She – even at 2 – is mischievous, prone to tantrums, overly-dramatic and feisty. He is kind, compassionate, quick to help a friend – or even his sister – and honest. Continue reading