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?

As our children start to see nature as the theology it is, they’ll begin “thinking God’s thoughts after Him.”

“Everything’s been taken off the table.” He stares at the larger pebbles remaining, finds the shells, sets them aside for safekeeping. “Now we get to decide what goes back on.”

My heart sank at his flippant words. All the insecurities I’ve worked to silence reared. Anger rose. That is when we pulled out paper and pens to trace 24 boxes.

It wasn’t the first neighbor I’d fed this response to, and it wasn’t the first time I doubted my own words.

Two months ago, my family turned down the lights. We lit candles, gathered books, steeped tea, and canceled regular activities. We hunkered down. We had no idea, as we stepped into our annual family hibernation – which we set aside two weeks for every year – that in two months we would be embracing an extended season of hibernation.

Sunday, March 15 has been declared a National Day of Prayer in light of the impact of Covid-19. Let’s pray together. Dear Lord, May our families be strengthened in this time. With more time together at home, may we strengthen our communication. May we laugh together, pray together, and play together. Protect those working in […]