On a Saturday morning just a little more than a month ago, I was getting ready to speak at a women’s conference with fellow Time of Grace writer Linda Buxa. A week earlier my hair stylist cut several inches off my hair. A lot of people tout short hair as easier, but that morning the minutes ticked by and combing, primping, and praying left me no closer to being presenter ready.
Thank you, Jesus. I finally realized I needed to... Read More
What if everyone reading this post invited a friend to church next week? A thousand people might read this post. Do you think a thousand more people will be in a church next week?
Well, what about 50%? If we all invited one person, would 500 more people be in church next week?
If every single one of us invited one person to church next week, I bet only about 50 more people would be in... Read More
As a child, I was taught that when you pray you close your eyes and bow your head. Well, obviously that makes sense—because a kiddo with eyes open and hands available to touch and grab and reach is easily distracted. As an adult, I still default to that prayer posture.
Last week, though, I was talking with a friend in front of her home and, before we said goodbye, we stood on the steps, held hands, and asked God for... Read More
I hope pastors can say the word poop. Because our hamster poops. A lot.
Last Christmas, the girls and I twisted my bride’s arm and convinced her to let us buy a hamster. Nibbles became our first family pet, and my daughters couldn’t be happier.
Most Saturday nights, we put Nibbles in her plastic ball to explore the basement/avoid early onset hamster diabetes. But, as the children’s book claims, everybody poops. Even hamsters. Even in their exercise balls.
And no... Read More
My mom once told me she thinks parenting today is harder than when I was a child.
I want to agree, but then I realize every generation since the beginning of time has struggled with youth.
Adam and Eve had plenty of regrets about Cain.
Jacob’s teenagers and young adults SOLD another one of his kids. (Um, my kids may have talked about that but never followed through!)
Eli was a priest who lived at the temple (kind of like... Read More
When a man asked for my business card after I spoke at an event in January, I dug through my purse, and upon finding one (in a case completely intact and not even remotely wrinkled), I realized it was mostly outdated.
In March I remembered.
I decided to follow through on the tip from another participant at the writing conference I attended last summer and order business cards online. For $9.99 + shipping, I could get 500 professional business cards.... Read More
My sweet grandma had a vinyl record of Bill Cosby’s stand-up comedy. One of my earliest memories is sitting in her living room, belly laughing to his bit on childbirth.
Years later, Grandma gave me her cassette of the same show. I must have played it a hundred times.
On sick days, I’d watch reruns of the Cosby Show for hours. Cosby made me happy, but he also gave me hope. On the show, Cosby often took the marginalized into... Read More
I bought myself a Mother’s Day present last week. You see, there’s a salt salon that just opened up in my area, and I wanted to try it out. I had no idea that salt salons were a thing, but apparently they are. Now I’m usually pretty thrifty, but there was a sale—of course!—so I decided to try it. After all, sitting in a zero gravity chair in a warm room for 45 minutes, all while getting health benefits, sounds... Read More
There’s this guy I know who always has something negative to say about church. If I’m being perfectly honest, I hate him.
Can I admit that as a Christian? I hate him.
It doesn’t matter what I do or preach; he always has something to say. Or, if he doesn’t say it, I can read his body language. The sermon runs a bit long? He lets me know. The song is too unfamiliar to enjoy? He gets worked up. The... Read More
Can I be honest? All the memes in the world about cherishing each day with your kids are a little annoying. The most recent one that rankled me was this: “There are only 940 Saturdays between your child’s birth and them leaving for college.”
Gah! I know the intent is that we shouldn’t squander the time we’ve been given with our children while they are at home. I know these well-intentioned reminders encourage us to get off of our phones... Read More