Category Archives: Personal
When a kid says, “Look at what I made!” they are inviting us into the world of their imagination.
In just a few hours, I’ll be in a room with a couple pieces of scrap paper and a computer. It’ll be me, my brain, and my Bible.
People say time heals all wounds. The people who say that must not be familiar with this wound.
Over the years, we’ve been asked questions about living in an intercultural, international marriage. I thought it would be fun to answer some of the most frequent questions we get asked.
Culturally, it’s never been easier to slow down growing up. But I’m glad I didn’t take that path, and I hope you won’t either.
This is the year we endured multiple ear infections for multiple kids, numerous field trips, pre-tween meltdowns, polar vortexes, and never-ending repeats of the Frozen soundtrack (please don’t tell Ed Stetzer). Our home has become something of a magnet for neighborhood kids. If you worry about never seeing kids outside playing together, just know they’re probably all in our backyard. A couple weeks ago, I counted twelve (12!) kids in our yard, representing seven families.
Things are a bit crazy at our house, but I wouldn’t trade this life for anything else. We’re dodging toys in the hall, picking up dirty socks, trying to keep some semblance of order, and hoping that if all else fails, our kids will see we love Jesus and will want to love Him too.
Meanwhile, time is flying, literally flying. It frightens me to think that our son’s time at home is already beyond the halfway point. Where has the time gone? The reason it’s a tired cliche to say that “time goes by faster the older you get” is because we’re all too tired to come up with another cliche that says the same thing.
Getting Serious about Getting Away
One of the things I’m learning is that times of vacation and unscheduled fun really matter for the family. Still, it gets harder to get away. Responsibilities mount. Deadlines don’t go …
I knew Jesus was good and powerful, not just because the Bible told me so, but because Dad sang about it so much. The impact wasn’t in him telling me that Jesus was everything; it was him singing it.
We must not let tomorrow’s demands diminish our delight in today’s accomplishments.
I had to apologize to my son recently. For months (maybe years), I’ve conditioned him to think that attending a worship service is all about learning.
I’ve long suspected that there are other benefits to knowing more than one language. The article in TIME interprets the most recent science to show some surprising results.