My husband and I are resting up after celebrating the wedding of our eldest son this weekend. I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting on love—what it is, what it requires, and…
Commencement. Begin well.
As graduation season sweeps in with its caps, gowns, and celebrations, it’s hard not to feel a mix of pride, nostalgia, and perhaps even a tinge of loss. Whether your child is…
Finish well. You’re nearly there.
It’s that time of year again. The countdown to summer break has officially begun. The calendar is bursting with parties, concerts, field trips, exams, and graduations. But even in the midst of…
Same God. No matter what changes.
May always feels like a month of transition. The birds are singing, the trees are budding, and everywhere we look, life is changing. We celebrate accomplishments as the school year winds down…
Skin in the game. What do you value?
When our kids were young and they would accompany me on a shopping excursion, inevitably one or another of them would hold up an item and ask, “Can we get this?” The…
Leadership. It’s not just vocational.
John Maxwell once said, *”If you think you’re leading and no one is following you, then you’re just taking a walk.”* It’s a humorous picture — but also a powerful reminder, especially…
Springtime. A season of change.
It’s a season of change—both outside our windows and within our hearts. For some, this week feels like a nice reprieve, a breath of fresh air. For others, it’s a return to…
Hope. Every generation craves it.
If we were to look at our world solely through the lens of our favorite news source or social media app, I expect we may feel despair. Articles, Posts, Reels and Threads…
Casting cares.
I cast all my cares upon YouI lay all of my burdens down at your feetAnd anytime I don’t know what to doI will cast all my cares upon You–Fanny Crosby This…
Poetry or math. It’s good to exercise your brain.
Do you know what my 8-year-old self or my 18-year-old self would have never believed? That sometimes, as a grown-up, I miss school. I heard someone reciting a poem yesterday. You do…