Love Means Showing Up
“I should have been a lawyer,” I said. I was sitting at the pool with two of my girlfriends who were kindly helping me figure out why I’m having so much trouble with my kids growing up and moving away. “That way,” I continued, “I wouldn’t feel so foolish for having put all of time
My son was practically crowing in the doctor’s office. Caleb is officially over six feet tall. I wasn’t celebrating with him. In fact, I wasn’t even believing the very clear data that I had just witnessed with my own eyes. When the nurse left, I said, “Maybe we should have her re-measure you. I just
“Has it hit you yet?” I’ve had several people ask me this in the past week. The short answer is “No.” Our oldest child recently graduated from high school and we’re just now emerging from the month-long marathon of her graduation. This spring has been one track meet and banquet and celebration after another. And
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
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