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.
I know now the hard-pressed nature of being a mama balancing countless responsibilities in and outside the home. An intense fear of dropping the iron of their upbringing or education while tending too greedily to the iron of my career… and yet, I’m grateful for this bookend vantage…
I know now the hard-pressed nature of being a mama balancing countless responsibilities in and outside the home. An intense fear of dropping the iron of their upbringing or education while tending too greedily to the iron of my career… and yet, I’m grateful for this bookend vantage…
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.”
“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.
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!