A few days ago, I sat in the midst of my family, surrounded by a love I couldn’t even dream of all those years ago when four little ones took every ounce of me, every day.Read More
The world outside the window of the cabin where I write is bleak right now. Mud, broken branches, stark stillness except where water drips.Read More
Have you been pondering about what I wrote last week? The only solution that works absolutely every time for me when anxiety ties me in knots?Read More
That pit in my stomach, the weight on my chest, waking up with an ache between my shoulders, tired before the day begins—Read More
In just a couple hours, I’ll wave good-bye to a few of my favorite people in the world. My daughter, Elizabeth, will pack up her four— Duke, Scarlet, Birdie, and Sloane— and head back to her home.Read More
Every little boy and every little girl needs more than a male parent. They need a father who deeply loves them. They need a dad who will be there for them, not just for a month or a year, but for their entire life.Read More
Most of us start our walk with God at least a little impaired by a warped vision of who God is. We long to pass along to our children a richer, truer understanding of God, but how?
“For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb
1 I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:13,14 NIV
These are the words every Jesus-loving parent wants their child to sing to God; the ultimate declaration of worth.Read More
For many years I knew I needed encourage my kids, but somewhere in the back of my mind I thought encouraging words were just an add on— an extra dose of nice-ness.Read More
Before I had kids, I made a vow to myself: “I will never yell at my children!”
Though I’d grown up in a loving home, neither of my parents knew what to do with their rising frustration over their kids’ annoying, irritating, down right obnoxious ways.Read More
Okay moms and dads, it’s time for me to get a little bossy.
My grown kids will gladly let you know that’s not as rare as some might assume.Read More
When my father was little he didn’t have toys; he had work.
He worked hard, he worked long, he worked well. And he taught me how to work too.
To work hard. To work long. To work well.Read More
As with you, people often ask Diane and me: “So how are you guys doing?” My answer is always the same: “Our cup overflows"!Read More
There is only one perfect father; our Father who is in heaven! And there is only one perfect son; the Son who came from heaven. And there is only one perfect father/son relationship. The relationship between God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.Read More
A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the burden I felt as my grand boy, Jude, walked out the door to go to school. What I didn’t tell you is that right after I prayed over him and hugged him good-bye, Jude straightened his shoulders, turned to me, and recited a poem.Read More
All this week I have been praying for your kids. I’ve taken their names and walked along the lanes surrounding Firwood Cottage, asking the Father to bless and strengthen, protect and grow these children into great men and women of God.Read More
Every once in a while I get to play at being mom to my Grands. This morning was one of those times— a glimpse into the real world of Jude, and Moses, and sweet Sunday.Read More
We have explored the differences between a melt-down and a temper tantrum, and addressed ways to deal with and train a child whose emotional implosions put him or her at risk for future difficulties. Now…Read More
This year Scarlet started kindergarten. She’d looked forward to going to school for months, counting the days until what seemed the best possible reward for turning five. Everything about the idea of school appealed to Scarlet’s super-extroverted, always-engaged outlook on life.Read More