Celebrate Growth

It's summertime in Houston, Texas, and it is hot. However, this season yields my favorite fruit - peaches, watermelon, nectarines - yum! I'm so grateful for the faithful farmers who caringly provide these farm to table treats for me. I say that, but seldom do I really think about what they do. Each season the outcome…

Hidden In Plain View

"I've already done one lap." I had just joined Ellison in the Bed, Bath and Beyond store. NOT his kind of store, but he had a gift receipt and wanted to use it before he moved to Mississippi. I was excited that he let me tag along. "I've already done one lap." He did not…

Why did I say that?

"The conversation was going fine - Why did I say that at the end?!" "Why did I have to have the last word?!" "Why didn't I just listen?!" None of these are my thoughts as the "unfortunate" words run out of my mouth.  Instead, self-righteousness, self-justification, judgement or pride won the moment - sadly.  It's…

Personal Trainer

"Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it." (Proverbs 22.6) If our children play a musical instrument, act, take dance or voice lessons, we tell them to practice. If they're on a gymnastics, basketball, tennis or soccer team, we encourage them to…

We’re Not So Different

"Lord, I'm sorry I raised my voice again today with the children." "Lord, I keep meaning to sit down and pray with you for a little while... "Lord, I did it again.  I know I need to hold my tongue sometimes, but..." We know. We know what we should do, and we know what we…

Make It Count

 Fall is here!  The leaves are changing.  The temperature outside is refreshing.  I love this season.  Fall, winter, spring, summer.  I used to view seasons that way.  Then I had children and I learned from a great teacher to identify other experiences of time as seasons, life seasons.  This was actually encouraging to me.  Like…

LAUGH!

During church one Sunday Ellison, age 4, was determined to get my attention.  Naturally, it was during a quieter time of the service.  He tried whispering, tugging on my sleeve and just staring at me, wanting me to look his way, but I continued to look toward the speaker, silently praying, “Lord, help him remember…