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I was supposed to…

Life has a way of re-writing our script. Kids get sick with no warning. Meetings are cancelled. Event schedules change, and we find ourselves saying, “I was supposed to…” My life for the past 20+ years as been filled with “I was supposed to…” I was supposed to be a geophysicist. I discontinued the program and began my journey into vocational ministry. I was supposed to graduate from seminary a single-woman and work on staff at a large church. I got married and never left town. I was supposed to… Read more I was supposed to…

Guns and School Shootings, a Hard Conversation.

I married a gentle, quiet man, who grew up hunting and fishing. We have five sons. At eight-years-old, our boys get to go hunting with him. They learn how to prepare for hunting by studying deer behavior and patterns in the woods and they get to watch gun preparation and care. They also get to shoot at a local gun range. When the time comes they sit with my husband while he hunts. By age nine, if they have earned the privilege through trust and developed skill, they get to… Read more Guns and School Shootings, a Hard Conversation.


This is an excerpt from my book, A Life Shared: Meaningful Conversations with Our Kids. I may share these for a while. Why? Right now, I “don’t get it right.” ALOT. Grief because I miss my dad, walking with friends through their heartaches, childhood woes that tempt me to parent out of hurt rather than love, and weariness with “getting it wrong” tempt me to condemn myself. Ever been there? I need this reminder.   It’s not about getting it right. Who do you share your life with? Friends who constantly… Read more “IT’S NOT ABOUT GETTING IT RIGHT”

“Different Families, Different Rules.”

Years ago, I heard a mom say, “Time to empty out.” Her son went to the bathroom without event. With those four-words, ended the whole “Go to the bathroom. But I don’t have to” battle. I explained one time, “Your bladder can hold A LOT of pee, it’s time to empty out.” Soon the older kids, we’re teaching the younger ones. “Different families, different rules,” are four-words that have changed our family life. With five kids, I say “no” a lot. Our kindergartener will still fall-out on the floor in… Read more “Different Families, Different Rules.”

LET’s TALK about “THE TALK.”

I know. It’s like going to the dentist. We know we need to, but most of don’t want to. In 2012, I wrote “How to Teach Your Kids About Sexuality: A Much Needed Conversation” to encourage families to make the talk a conversation in their home. When our nation officially shifted the definition of marriage the summer of 2015, I wrote “The Longing for Sexual Teaching in the Church.” April 2016, “THE TALK: Embrace the Sacred Gift” launched. In this 3 ½ hour workshop, God is doing something. WHAT WE… Read more LET’s TALK about “THE TALK.”

Keep Playing.

“This game is hard,” declared my four-year-old. “It is,” I replied as he put more cherries back on his tree. One off. One back on. Only one left and then your bucket gets knocked over. It’s not easy filling your bucket in the game Hi-Ho-Cherry-O. Sometimes life is hard. Lately my “bucket” keeps getting knocked over. We have had several unexpected healthcare expenses. Sick visits. An ER visit. Four required well-visits. We are part of a health share, and it is a HUGE gift, but shared medical expenses must meet… Read more Keep Playing.


The week before Christmas I took the boys shopping. I needed tape and wrapping paper. They needed gifts for one another. The three big boys were given free reign of Tuesday Morning. The two littles and I roamed around. On one aisle we met a kind lady. She smiled at the excitement of my energetic boys and our adventure. It was hectic, but wonderful. She had raised seven kids, and delighted in the memories we brought her. She was lovely. As we walked on she said, “I think you’re great!”… Read more AN UNEXPECTED KINDNESS.

Love – The Miracle of Christmas

The rituals of Advent candles, ornaments that tell the story of Christmas, nightly prayers. None of those things were mine as a kid. I heard the story of Christmas, but the miracle of Christmas was that Santa could get into my house without a chimney. When our oldest was six, he asked me if Santa was real. He was sitting on my lap, a sweet little kindergartener. My husband called from the other room, “We use true words in this house.” “Santa isn’t real, but you can’t tell your friends.… Read more Love – The Miracle of Christmas