A friend of mine, in the thick of mothering toddlers, recently shared a concerning story. She told me that she’d found herself one day surrounded by a group of older (not “old” just “older”) women and mothers in a small church kitchen, when one of them expressed a sense of feeling expendable. Perhaps she wasContinueContinue reading ““Young Moms Don’t Need Us, They’ve Got Google””
Category Archives: Social Issues
My Journey: A Pilgrim’s (Very Slow) Progress
A couple years ago, I decided to share the story of how I met my husband. And why not? Meeting and marrying my husband was one of the biggest blessings of my life. I wrote it down not only to share but also so I could go back and remember. But there is an evenContinueContinue reading “My Journey: A Pilgrim’s (Very Slow) Progress”
In Tragedy, Heartbreak, And Injustice
An incomprehensible tragedy. A targeted attack against a Christian school. Six precious lives lost. Three innocent children. Three courageous adults. Six families and a whole community dealing with heart-breaking grief and distress. A mentally unstable woman who thought she was a man, who fell for the wicked lies of this world, and held such hatredContinueContinue reading “In Tragedy, Heartbreak, And Injustice”
The Danger Of Social Media Parenting Advice
I know this seems like an oxymoron. Here I am on social media offering parenting advice on why you shouldn’t go to social media for parenting advice. Ok, yep, that’s fair. But honestly, I’m not really referring here to well thought out blogs or articles or podcasts. I’m not knocking online parenting advice across theContinueContinue reading “The Danger Of Social Media Parenting Advice”
Pricey Eggs, Empty Shelves, And Grateful Hearts
“I’m embarrassed to bring you into our stores.” I was 16 years old, standing in a small city grocery store in Zimbabwe. I looked over at our young Zimbabwean cook who’d just spoken. I remember he was only a couple years older than me. He was a kind and genuine person and so I believedContinueContinue reading “Pricey Eggs, Empty Shelves, And Grateful Hearts”
You’ll Keep Seeing Us In The Comments
Hi there. Today I want to share with you the comment I would write if I always had the time. As articles increase of the unexpected and often unexplained deaths of so many actors, comedians, news anchors, athletes, students, etc… You’ll keep seeing us in the comments. You may not want us there, but we’llContinueContinue reading “You’ll Keep Seeing Us In The Comments”
Should We Be Praying For Justice… or Mercy?
The days we’re living in feel so unfair and unjust, don’t they? Basically everything costs more than ever before: Gas, food, clothes, vehicles, utilities, rent, mortgages, insurance… and the list goes on. Politically, many of us feel cheated. Research and common sense tell us that the numbers just aren’t adding up to the results we’reContinueContinue reading “Should We Be Praying For Justice… or Mercy?”
Let’s Talk About “Toxic Masculinity”
“Where have all the good men gone?” Ever sung the song or asked the question? Women are all the rage now (even if no one can define exactly what that is) and the obvious goal is to force men into the background in an effort to convince the world how unnecessary they are. And ifContinueContinue reading “Let’s Talk About “Toxic Masculinity””
A Christian Response To The President
Only a few days ago, the president of the United States made some broad and stunning accusations. He charged countless Americans with representing an “extremism that threatens the very foundations of our republic. ” President Biden alleged that, “[They] have made their choice. They embrace anger. They thrive on chaos. They live not in theContinueContinue reading “A Christian Response To The President”
Reflecting On My Boyish Adolescence
Today, I want to tell you a piece of my story. The story of a little girl… who, often times, seemed more like a boy. I Dressed “Like A Boy” From the time I was old enough to dress myself, up until I hit my sweet 16, I much preferred my brother’s clothes to myContinueContinue reading “Reflecting On My Boyish Adolescence”
My Family Freedom 