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.

“We should buy your parent’s house.”
I thought my husband was crazy. Sipping on my iced latte, every reason to not do this filled my mind.

“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.”