At night, I think my children have a meeting. When we turn out the lights, the boys leave their room and tiptoe across the hallway.  Slowly, they close the door of the girl’s room. In whispered tones I think they discuss a few things about the next day.  I think they get together at night to…
So many of my days feel unimportant. Boring. Exhausting. Small. Meaningless. Full of very ordinary things like sweeping, dishes, mac ‘n cheese, and diapers. Although the tasks are ordinary, we serve in such extraordinary ways. “And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to…
It’s Monday – Honest Moments: I am lonely. I wake up to little feet bounding down the stairs. As I make my way down to the kitchen, I am greeted by cheerful, but demanding voices. I’m hungry, I’m thirsty. Can we have mac n cheese to eat? I pour my coffee, rub my back and…