Unfortunately, our daughter seems to have learned a disappointing lesson; sometimes Christians get it wrong. Friday, July 1st, dinner conversation “Don’t do anything illegal…even if it’s legal there.” “Okay. I won’t.” “You do not have a license to go out and drink just because you’re not under our roof.” “I know.”
Something happened to me recently. Something unplanned and unexpected..which I guess is exactly what would happen when you, well, don’t plan. It wasn’t intentional, but each day as I went through my morning routine of reading, praying and journaling, it would end there…with no list outlined by bullet points telling
You knew homemaking would be hard. But that doesn’t mean that you’re not sometimes affected by exhaustion, frustration and overwhelm. Right? Please say yes, because I’m about to tell you an embarrassingly true story… One dreadful Fall night I subjected my family to a hormonal hissy fit. “I’m not the maid,”
He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink. ~Virginia Wolfe I had trouble falling asleep Saturday night, so I got up and eventually found myself “shopping the house” to accessorize my latest living room arrangement.
As I was lying in bed the other night, my thoughts were about a boy; a former student of mine whose mother worried over him. In different conversations, she would mention certain observations and behaviors that concerned her: loss of appetite, trouble sleeping, fatigue… As I thought about our conversations