Dear Son,

Dear Son,

Dear Son, I watch you play, your spirit a mixture of tough little boy, twinkle-in-the-eye mischief, and a heart so big I’m not sure how it fits in your chest. And I smile. You’re an enigma in a lot of ways. Perhaps it’s because, being a girl myself, I’ve never seen...
Dear Soldier,

Dear Soldier,

Dear Soldier, Today was one of those frustrating parenting days.  The kind where my precious children argued over everything: who got the red bowl, the blue ball, and the stuffed horse.  On top of that, there was an overdose of whining and screaming for reasons beyond...
Children, Church and Chaos

Children, Church and Chaos

Often I get to church feeling as though I need to skip Sunday School, walk straight up to the sanctuary, down the center aisle, and kneel at the altar to pray. Does this sound a bit dramatic?  Maybe, but if you have children and you’re a church-goer, I’m betting (or...

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