Over twelve and a half hours and 197 miles, we began a new family hobby that will direct our minds and hearts toward our Creator.

They slow at every whirling pool where water wraps itself around the rocks. My children look free within the bounds of this river. Without these boundaries, it all falls apart…

It wasn’t like me to fail a class. As the second youngest student at college, I took the opportunity to attend Bible school seriously. Yet here I was smitten with a boy and, alongside him, failing Greek.

Our children are growing up in a world of gray space, an arena lacking definitive lines. And yet, I think they know the world cannot operate in this way.

“Why do they change words in some Bibles?” I could sense the skepticism in my son’s voice, a new tone carried throughout his questions in recent days. It’s uncomfortable, yet welcome. I asked him for it, really …

This fellow mama and I share a bond stretching our century separation — both of us shouldering the education of our children. Did she wonder, as I often ask, am I doing enough?