My Parenting Memoir, Please don't lick ______________. (Alternately Titled: I Might Regret Posting This Later)

I heard something said yesterday at church.  In context, the person was speaking about now that you know Jesus, "how then will you live?"  I liked that.  It was good.  Contemplative even.  But then I got to thinking...in the context of child rearing, how then will you live?  

Dinner Tonight?

If you’re like me, the day after Labor Day feels like the Mondayest Tuesday ever…so if you’re looking for a simple meal for your crew, I’ve got one for you that won’t totally turn your kitchen into a disaster.  

Ministry of the Moment ::: Alternately Titled: I Think Jeff Would Call Me A Rookie...(I don't know if I believe it when people say it gets easier...)

You guys...I've literally worn my pajamas all day.  ALL. DAY. LONG.  I never do this.  I'm usually the one marching around public mumbling to myself pajamas aren't pants, people!  Granted, I didn't go into the general population today, but still.  This is the stupor from which this post is coming to you...

Truth from the Trenches: Resting in the Waiting

Somedays I wake up plumb exhausted.  I mean, before I’ve even rolled out of bed, I can feel it.  The truth is, it isn’t simply body-tired…it’s that my heart is tired.  My soul is weary.

Maybe you’ve been here too?

My Kids Think Junk Mail Is Super Cool ... (And Other Curious Confessions)

So, I realized that there is a thread of seriousness to my recent posts…and while that’s good and all, sometimes it’s important to remember to come up for air.  Perhaps it’s because our life is (generally) anything but serious.  Most days, the hardest thing we face is whether anyone’s sock is crooked in their shoe. That and when the mailman is coming because my kids think getting junk mail is a pretty big deal.  They act like its Christmas or something.  –we’ve really gotta get out more –  (Merp.)  I digress.  Anyway, I have decided to list a few confessions  – ya’ know – just to keep me humble and give me something to cringe about a few weeks from now…

Life Has A Way of Unraveling (Part 2)

Sometimes you unexpectedly meet a person and you find yourself face to face with what it means to be broken.  This day, four years ago, I met our firstborn son in a most unexpected way and since that time, brokenness has been my theme.  

Life Has A Way of Unraveling (Part 1)

This is an excerpt of what I wrote one year after Parker was born and buried.  At the time I wrote this, I was carrying our second child.  This is part one.