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.
I have never particularly enjoyed shopping at Target. I know that disqualifies me from some sort of secret stay-at-home motherhood club (I don’t like wine, either, though, so…whatever). I have never strolled through the aisle of the bright red store, sipping a Starbucks, while my child munches on popcorn. So I doubt they will miss… Continue reading Target, Jen Hatmaker & Matthew 7
My husband and I do not come from strong faith backgrounds. What I mean by that is this: there are not generations of Christians standing behind us in our families. We do not have a lineage of believers – a string of saints that have gone before us to pave a path for us. Our… Continue reading Having No Spiritual Heritage
This was my “to do” list on Tuesday. You can see by the lack of a check mark next to it that I didn’t complete the task. I have a few pairs of footie pajamas for Little Man that his toes poke through that I need to fix, a few buttons to replace, the drawstring… Continue reading Mending
Parenthood is full of things that cause fear and worry. It begins with in utero concerns and moves to possible birth trauma. Then you worry about SIDS, formula vs. breastmilk, organic vs. traditional foods, speech development, childhood diseases, fatal childhood trauma, kidnapping, pedophiles, etc. Parents then turn their concerns over to things like bullying, drug… Continue reading What I Worry About: Racism
Yesterday we were treated to a basketball game at Butler University. I graduated from there nearly fifteen years ago (gulp! gasp! ack!) and my parents have season tickets. Their seat neighbors were going to be unable to attend, so we got to go instead. We began in the West Gym (where I suffered such stupidity… Continue reading Basketball and Big Bellies
When we got married in 2003, I had a cat and Keith had a dog. We were truly worried about how they would get along; how do you tell the love of your life to get rid of their beloved animal? I was not really a dog person. But on our first date, I drove… Continue reading …but our doggie is 😦