Adventures in Parenting or The Airport Fiasco

Old Red sat in the driveway dusted with snow.  “Mom, why is the truck here when Dad isn’t?”  Shoving the bedroom blinds aside, I stared below in disbelief.  There it was–home from the airport but without its owner.  Hmmmm…....
Boundaries

Boundaries

Patches of gold dotted the landscape–the borders neatly trimmed by barbed wire fences.  The wheat fields resembled an old patchwork quilt; each square confined by the even stitches running across its surface.  Whether  you were a local or a visitor, it was a...
Boundaries

The Falsehood of Self-Affirmation

The to-do list sat passively on my desk as if mocking my attempts to cross each item off. Call the doctor’s office.  (Schedule three children on different days to avoid missing work.) Write Christmas thank-you’s. (Never mind that it’s almost...
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Radical Living-Day 2

 “So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”  NIV (1 Corinthians 10:31) “There’s got to be more to life than this…”  These words–spoken sixty years ago by a young woman with four children...