Last week my baby girl turned two. TWO! Astounding yet I can’t even remember a time before she brightened our lives. A few days shy of her second birthday, in the agony of waiting two minutes for toast, sweet baby girl looked me straight in the...

Resurrection Sunday is my favorite day. Some {non-judgmental} context … we don’t “do” Egg hunts, Easter baskets or the Easter Bunny. Matching outfits is the lone non-Jesus related thing we do on this day - remnants, I suppose, of a childhood where my mother made us...

About 8 years ago I watched Food. Inc and began a journey to change our diet habits feeding our family healthier, more nutritious food. We’ve tried different types of diets and at times I’ve been stricter...

I didn't grow up observing Lent. I loved my Presbyterian church family with all my heart, but there was nothing particular I remember about the time leading up to Easter.  It was Palm Sunday and then it was Easter. And that was that. As a Protestant...

A few weeks ago, the word “righteousness” kept popping up in my quiet times. It’s a word used frequently in Scripture (213 times!), but I kept looking at it thinking, “Righteousness … what does God really mean when he says, ”He will judge the world...

I pulled out of the driveway waving goodbye as I watched my two youngest children pressing their faces against the door, crying. It didn't take being a professional lip-reader to discern what they were screaming: "Mommy! Don't go!" And yet I went. Why, you may ask,...

I have a confession to make. I made an idol of my children. More accurately, the idea of my children, and my expectations of who they would be. I just knew, thanks to my loving yet firm hand, that they would exhibit first time obedience and perfect church behavior....

I looked down at my dad's response. Right next to it was a heart symbol. In the midst of many things for which I am thankful, my dad and I have had our share of relational struggles. Hurt, disappointment, miscommunication, and anger. Over the years, intertwined with blessings...

Music permeated the kitchen as my two oldest daughters and I prepped for dinner as a team. While chopping onions and drizzling olive oil, we sang the lyrics to the song, "Schuyler Sisters" from Hamilton the Musical. Over the last several months, my older girls and...