Morning time: what it is, whether or not it’s only for homeschoolers, and how we structure ours

Over two years ago, when my oldest was in first grade at a local public school, and I began exploring the idea of homeschooling, the term "morning time" kept coming up in various places where I researched. Some homeschoolers term this "morning basket" or "circle time," but the principle of the concept remains the same, …

Replacing horizontal expectations with a vertical hope, Part 1

I recently chatted with a dear friend who is about to move overseas to do mission work full-time. As part of the training she undergoes beforehand, she takes an inventory of her expectations in practically every area. Just hearing about it overwhelmed me, so I cannot imagine what she is feeling about having to do …

Pursuing Rhythms of Remembrance leads to Self-Denial and Deeper Dependence on God

I started this blog series with a focus on how we need these rhythms of returning to Jesus' feet for renewal. But let's take that one step further. We also need these rhythms to help us remember. Remember when we walked through Mark 6? Well only a few short chapters later, in Mark 8, we …

The art of remembrance in our family traditions of Easter

“Jesus stole my marshmallow!” The indignant eyes of my almost three-year-old glared at me in disbelief as we examined his first resurrection bun—the classic crescent-wrapped marshmallow that disappears after baking and symbolizes an “empty tomb.”  Previous visions of theological discussions to help my child understand substitutionary atonement were instead dashed and replaced with the ideology …

Postpartum Thoughts: What I wish I’d paid attention to concerning breastfeeding

"Isn't it sweet?" My Mom poised this question to me as I nursed my newborn. Although I nodded my head and replied with a weak "yes," I felt quite the contrary to my response. Sweet was not the word I quite had in mind. Painful? Ouch! Difficult? Yes! Exhausting? Terribly! With this post I simply …

Wife/Mother = Student

I legally fit the title of "student" until completing graduate school this past December. From ages 4 to 25, I participated in various forms of schooling. After defending my thesis a mere four weeks before my son's due date, my husband and I celebrated me finally being finished. It felt so good. No more papers, no …