Parenting is hard on the heart. The pangs of loss begin in the very first seconds. When our oldest was born at nearly forty-two weeks gestation, I could not wait to push him out into the world and get on with basic human functions, like bending at the waist and rolling over in bed without … More I Spent Every Waking Moment With My Kids This Year. It Wasn’t Enough.
Where is God when we come to our end? … More At your end? So is Jesus.
What happens when the body of Christ disagrees about celebrating the Lord’s Supper during quarantine? … More Should Christians Take Communion Virtually?
Daryl and I have been praying together quite a bit lately. It’s not rare for us to pray with one another (we are pastors, after all), but in these days it’s had an added air of urgency. There’s a lot going on out there, friends. I get daily videos from a dear friend who’s locked … More Lord, strengthen our weak knees
Oh, dear friends. What a week. WHAT A WEEK. A few days ago we mentioned to our seven-year-old who was (understandably) saddened about the cancellation of, well, everything, that we are living in historic times. That someday his kids and grandkids will ask him where he was and what life was like during the coronavirus … More Into the Unknown
Daryl got on a plane yesterday. He’s headed to a conference in Chicago, one for pastors with PhDs (which I sometimes call his annual nerd-pile, but then again, “nerd” is a compliment in our house). He goes each year and we always miss him but love all the stories and energy he brings back. We … More Life in the Age of Coronavirus
Looking for a devotional to guide you through this season of Advent?
Here are five great resources. … More 5 Fabulous Advent Resources
Only two weeks into the kindergarten school year everything was going beautifully. Until a classmate told my son he was going to bring a gun. … More We Follow Through Our Fears
What I learned about longing, cherishing, and chaos from a few days to myself … More A Moment’s Peace
Love, conflict, and the grace of pressing on … More It Was Never About the Comforter