2017 - Let Us Pray Until...

As I peer into the coming year, I feel compelled to draw a circle around us – our home, our church, our city, our state, our nation … and pray until.  On this, the final day of two-thousand and sixteen with the dawn of a brand new year upon us, can I be so bold as to urge you, too, to do the same?  Draw a circle of your own and then pray for everything in it…and pray until.

Brown Paper Packages Tied Up With Strings [Alternately Titled: Christmas chaos is sorta eating my lunch...]

Hello!

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…