I want to choose the kind of busy that I can invite my children into. A busy they can get on board with. The type of busy where they feel a deep sense of mission and reward. I want them to see the depth and breadth of all we pursue, to look at our life and, in all of its facets, to see the reflection of eternity.

Our life spun with a hint of unpredictability. I wondered if we were unsteady—shifting here and there— if we were upsetting balance. I questioned, like all parents do, if we were making the right choices for our family.

Child, I will pray that the storms won’t come, all while knowing that some will. This world is fractured. No matter how hard I protect you, you will know the brokenness of it.

  “Just a minute,” I responded flatly. In the peripheral of my focus he slipped back outside. I wonder now if he believed me. I don’t know what they made that day. I don’t know what he wanted to show me. That “just a minute” never took place. It was lost among empty promises punctuating […]

I often questioned myself throughout that time. A week later, after she had left, my mother-in-law shared a photo of a single penny in a jar.

How can a jar of 936 pennies transform our parenting? What can it teach us about making family time richer, not busier? When we practice “counting time,” as David penned in Psalm 90:12, “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom,” God begins to bring new life to our home […]