She taunted, “Whatcha gonna do now, Mama?” I was faced with a choice.

During the Christmas season, there are so many things that vie for our attention. This month the world will scream its definition of Christmas, while God will whisper, “Remember Me.”  

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…

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.

I had never seen it–not before last week. Not before twenty-six lives were stolen amidst red carpet, church pews, and a wooden cross. But now I see…

The constant ding of her tablet, sitting on the table in front of her, was a relentless distraction from our meal. That is, until she turned the device toward her husband, and I realized…