The old adage “when mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy” holds true in our house. I’ve noticed that my children’s emotions and attitudes often reflect my own. When I brood over an incident, the kids bicker at each other. When I rejoice over news, the kids gleefully torpedo around the house. When I grow quiet... Continue Reading →
My husband works at a pretty rough inner-city high school: The Ridge (so affectionately called by the students and staff). This year alone*, my husband has witnessed more brokenness than seems possible for these young lives. Three of his students have been shot. One student was apprehended from his classroom with a gun concealed in... Continue Reading →
A recent visit to the pediatrician brought to light a surprising link between prayer and faith.
In Christ, we find the hope-filled antidote to the false notion that we can be or do anything we want.
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