“Children are a blessing.” Are we being punished?
What I cannot do is boil down free will or predestination/election to a simple, child-friendly explanation that doesn’t pit God against family members.
Your child – my child – no young child, I would be willing to guess – is spiritually mature enough to be considered salt and light.
Our son’s heart is our responsibility, and he certainly can’t guard it on his own. So we will.
One of the loudest arguments feminists and egalitarians use against complementarians is the idea that being a stay-at-home wife or mother is a byproduct of privilege. In fact, during last week’s Twitter brou ha ha over the Council of Biblical Manhood and Womanhood’s conference in Louisville, I saw that argument used over and over again:… Continue reading The (myth of) Privilege of Stay at Home Motherhood
Last year I took a Bible study called “Entrusted with a Child’s Heart.” I think it was one of the best studies on parenting from a biblical perspective, that is out on the market today. I don’t say that lightly, as there are few books I would recommend women study outside of the Bible. But… Continue reading Childlike Faith
Words hurt. Contrary to the children’s rhyme “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me,” words hurt. They are powerful little things. At some point in my early childhood, I was told I couldn’t sing. I don’t remember who told me that, but I remember hearing it more than once.… Continue reading Words
I wanted to write a long, thought out post this evening, but here I sit, eyes heavy from yet another night of little sleep. I spend the evening looking through old computer files trying to find something for someone, and got seriously distracted by videos. Videos of our child, who will be six in one,… Continue reading Time Flies
Christmas was…survived. It has been a tough year, 2015. My little family of three is looking forward to ringing in 2016 with our new-as-of-last-year tradition of root beer floats and appetizers, and desperately praying for a better year. We did our traditional four gifts. I’m not going to lie: it was much harder this… Continue reading Christmas is (not) My Favorite
Last night Little Man was in a foul, foul mood. I scrapped the normal evening routine and we took to bed early for Bible stories and mega-cuddles. We read all about Moses, the Pharaoh and the ten plagues. He was intrigued by the blood, the frogs, the darkness. But it was the Passover that really… Continue reading Meltdown at 8pm