This is motherhood in its simplest, most beautiful form. And it is something each of us can give, even in our most exhausted and depleted moments…
My mother was the queen of tradition-making. She worked to keep the main Gift of Christmas the main gift of our attention. But in all the activities, she recognized the simple power of connection.
“Mom, what is Thanksgiving?” His question came from the backseat. I can’t recall what, exactly, I was talking about. But that word caught his attention. His question caught my own. And I didn’t know whether or not to be upset.
“Mom, what is Thanksgiving?” His question came from the backseat. I can’t recall what, exactly, I was talking about. But that word caught his attention. His question caught my own. And I didn’t know whether or not to be upset.
I have been thinking about writing on this for a while now. I’ve been thinking through the cunningness of it all, this revolutionary idea that goes against most everything written about quality family time. You see, a few months ago, we decided that having dinner together as a family was not important.
Raising kids stirs something deep in our souls — an innate knowing that our time is finite. Taking my kids outside in creation, I’m discovering how to stretch our time and pack it to the brim with meaning. God’s creativity provides the riches of resources for teaching the next generation who He is and how He loves us. Join our adventure and discover inspiration and resources for refusing rush, creating habits of rest, living intentionally, and making the most of this beautiful life!