Category: Lent

Walk This Way

Starving. That is how my boys come into the kitchen multiple times a day. And it does not matter how many dollars I might have shelled out to the grocery store clerk, we never seem to have the …

Peace in the going

I registered for my first seminary class this week while eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, listening to a tutorial on a new computer upgrade for work, and cleaning up popcorn someone had spilled on the floor. …

Repenting lessons

Say you’re sorry and mean it. Look him in the eye and tell him you are sorry. I would stand the angry boys face to face and make the guilty one say it. And it always played out …

How to give up

Today is the beginning of a season. A season which always surprises me with its entrance. As it lands on the calendar, I find myself thinking, “How is it Lent already? Didn’t we just finish Christmas?” And my …

Good Friday; A Rescue story

We never intended to need a rescue. We did everything right. Well, at least as right as 20- something’s can do when planning a camping trip in the middle of winter. We had maps (yes, paper maps, call …

What’s so good about Good Friday?

“I do not understand. Why do we call this day Good Friday?” At some point today a kid is going to ask me this question. He will be whining about having to tuck his shirt in as we …

Driving Lessons

I didn’t know there were two left turn lanes.  It never occurred to me that the MARTA bus in the next lane was going to turn with me when the arrow switched to green. Turning left while driving …

Parenting, repenting and lessons of the heart

I am always trying to teach my kids a lesson. Always. Every cup of spilled milk, every argument, every accidentally broken picture frame, or bumped head is an opportunity to learn, “how to do it right the next …

On being rescued, paying attention and advice from a guardian angel

I wasn’t paying attention. I was jogging along, lost in my own thoughts, and out of nowhere, these dogs came charging toward me. Teeth bared, they bounded from their nearby yard growling and barking. I was jolted out …

How to fight the bad guys

When my big boys were little boys, they played the craziest game. It was a game invented by their sweet friend in the house across the street, and it will probably live on in neighborhood lore for eternity. …