Ring the Cowbell

Ring the Cowbell

When I was younger, I played softball. Geared in tight spandex with a hot pink aluminum bat, I was more concerned with how my hair looked in the god-awful hat I had to wear than my ERA. (Don’t be impressed that I know what that stands for; I grew up in a family that...
Trust God and Land Your Helicopter

Trust God and Land Your Helicopter

We’ve all heard news stories about “free-range children,” those unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on who you ask) children who are allowed to BE OUTSIDE WITHOUT THEIR PARENTS! One news story involved 6- and 10-year-old siblings. Their parents dropped them at a...
Being All Or Nothing At All

Being All Or Nothing At All

I have been haunted by fear for as long as I can remember. The gripping, often drowning sensation has terrorized even some of my earliest memories. And, despite my best efforts, the fear has only continued to intensify with age. After polling most of my female...
Gratefulness Rather Than Greed

Gratefulness Rather Than Greed

Within moments of birth, a child’s life is driven by needs. Their first cry begins years of demands. And the demands get more insistent and determined as the child grows. By the time a child is two, he or she is determined that life is unfair and that they have to...
On Letting Go

On Letting Go

“I don’t deserve him.” Just 10 days ago, I said these words, watching my youngest son pedal away on his red bike, thick brown arms looped through his favorite safety green backpack. Three months prior, I said words that in no way resembled the above. Just returning...
He Calls Me Mine

He Calls Me Mine

What’s in a name? A name helps us be known by others, to connect. When I named my two girls, I chose names that spoke value and caught a glimpse into their character and who they might become. My parents set the stage for choosing names. They chose mine because of a...

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