Love Means Showing Up
We should have held a dress rehearsal. On Easter morning, our family really struggled to get ready for the early worship service. Though we’d laid out our clothes the night before, I hadn’t tended to all the details. We have, after all, been to church before and I guess I was a little arrogant. Underwear
I cried the first time I saw images of her climbing the flagpole. The images from that day show such fierce bravery and such determination for justice that they make me teary. At the same time, I feel so convicted by Bree’s actions that I want to look away. Last week, I was helping with
A few weeks ago, I walked into the kitchen and announced, “I have failed my children!” I’d been at a gathering with other parents and got the distinct impression that I wasn’t as on top of the college prep process as I should have been. I went on to tell my teenagers that I should
Dear Methodist friends, How are you doing? I’ve been worried about you. I started praying for you last week when I heard your church was in the midst of a big vote about LGBTQ inclusion. My guess is that you are all feeling pretty beat up. I’ve been there. My denomination, the Presbyterian Church (USA),
I was at the pediatrician twice this week because I have four kids and it is winter. For the first time, I noticed a question on their registration form. After writing the reason for your visit and how long the symptoms have been present, they asked, “Does anything make it better or worse?” For the
I used to think that being a good steward of our time meant using each moment efficiently. Now, I’d like to not make the people around me miserable with impossible expectations. A few years ago, my husband fell during a mountain bike race and had to have major knee surgery. The twins were starting kindergarten
There is no doubt in my mind that adopting black daughters has given me a new lens through which I view the world. I see the details of our daily life differently than I did before. For example, in the county where we live, there are lots and lots of cotton fields. In the fall,
I love calendars and goal setting and the hope of a brand new year. A few days ago, my husband Bryan and I sat down and looked over the goals we’d set for 2018. As I looked back over the year, I noticed that some things that had been priorities just disappeared. We’d had to
I’m not really a foodie. I’m happy for people who find joy in cooking really complicated recipes, but I’m more of a “let’s feed these masses and get moving with our next activity” kind of mom. Over the years, I’ve discovered that if a recipe has more steps than tacos, it’s probably not going to
I heard him before I saw him. As I rounded the corner into the dairy section of the grocery store, I saw a preschool-age boy really giving his mom a piece of his mind. He had gotten so worked up that he’d thrown his shirt. He was really hulking out. It’s cold in the dairy