When You Can’t Forget What Someone Said

Tracing letters on the floor with the tips of my scuffed shoes, I sat in a folding chair, my 7-year-old self waiting patiently for my parents to finish their conversations. The evening meeting at Family Camp had ended, and most people had filtered out of the building...

Grieving in Springtime (Missing Mama)

I miss you, Mom. How can it be fifteen years since I’ve talked with you and shared my life with you? How is it possible that you have never met your amazing, talkative, precocious grandson who has become my Mini-Me by age 11? And that you weren’t able to watch our...

Perfectly Flawed

“The more we understand that our identity in Christ is continually secure and that no misstep, rejection or judgment could ever change that, the more liberated we become from the opinions of others. As the gap increases between God’s opinions and others’ opinions, we...

Something’s Gotta Change

“And I don’t like what they’re doing in the bathroom, Mom,” he said with a tone of strong indignation and serious concern. WHAT? I thought, as I caught my internal response before it came out of my mouth. “What are they doing in the bathroom?” I said calmly. It was...

Redefining Beauty

“Mom, what are those lines on your tummy?” I paused slightly at my daughter’s words, knowing my reaction in this moment was important. “Oh, those? Those are called stretchmarks, honey.” And as I finished changing my shirt (without...