His first best friend

There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. John 15:13 “You’re his best friend. That’s why.” I looked at my curly-headed son, a little confused, and asked him how so...this response was what he exclaimed: “Well, duh! Because you are mine!” But how could I be? I was his…

A friend to the lonely

"I don't want to go to school! I.Dont.Want.To!" This wasn't a cry I hadn't heard before from this child. In fact, it's often uttered daily. He doesn't want to get dressed. He mumbles and grumbles many days all the way through the morning routine. But this cry was different. It was a gut-wrenching cry that…

Pray. Believe.

One of the toughest jobs I have ever had has been being a parent. While wildly rewarding, it can also be the most heartbreaking of tasks. I question my influence as a parent and a caretaker of many other kids daily. Some times multiple times a day. I question if they even listen. If the…

Dear Weary Mama…

  Dear Weary Mama, I know the kind of day you have had. Today was one of those "nice" days. One of those days when the chill of winter was finally gone from the air. There was not a cloud in the sky. The sun was shining, and the temperature just right. After a season…

An open letter to a young father

The picture above is me at around 22. My oldest about 3. Tomorrow that little boy will be celebrating the first birthday of his own son, at the tender age of 21. Tonight as we settle down for Sunday dinner and celebrate this precious life on the eve of that momentous birthday, I want that…

Passing the “Love” test

No matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I am bankrupt without love. 1 Corinthians 13:3, MSG  Love. It’s something we all crave. Deep down in the very core of our beings. Sometimes when we have not received it, it’s also the very thing we reject. Because we want to be loved we…

Just a Bad Moment

In my home we have something I often refer to as the "witching hour." It is the not so glorious hours between the end of the school day and dinner preparation. It consists of homework battles, grunts of hunger, bad attitudes, and meltdowns. The battle begins with a weary, emotional mom, and the attitude of…

What Do They See?

When my kids look at me, what do they see? Do they see the things I tend to believe about myself? My self-hatred. My insecurities. The lies I allow myself to believe. Or, do they see a woman who believes she is wanted, cherished, loved, brave, and beautiful? Do they see the woman God sees?…