live bodly – love courageously
Tuesday mornings arrive before I’m ready. I roll out of bed in the dark and prepare our downstairs for a herd of 7th grade girls to make their appearance. Before school they come. Tired eyes. Ready hearts. Heavy loads. They drop their two-ton backpacks in a pile, eye the goodies with their journals and Bibles… Continue reading Joy: Defined by 7th Grade Girls
On a still, March morning, I ran upstairs for a moment while my 18-month-old son played downstairs. I left him playing with trains and a bouncy ball. In my brief absence, he crawled under our glass coffee table to retrieve a ball and tried to stand up. The 60 pound weight of the glass proved… Continue reading When Peace Shatters
The morning air fills with a dichotomy of time. The youngest needs help getting dressed in her mismatched outfit, doesn't care if her hair's done and fills her tiny mouth with cereal. The eldest scarfs down self-made scrambled eggs, combs his newly cut hair, and grabs his gargantuous backpack. I watch these two sit side… Continue reading First Day of High School
My oldest will walk the hallways of high school in a few shorts weeks. How in the world did we get here so quickly? It feels like yesterday he entered Kindergarten. Cliche to say, but true beyond measure. August 2009. The Southern California sun beat down on the school as we walked to my son's… Continue reading The Best $9.99 I’ve Ever Spent
