Of all the things I’ve had published, this is quite possibly the most difficult one for me to promote for two reasons. 1. In it I shared a part of my private world, and that is more than a little uncomfortable. 2. My take on the subject matter is absolutely counter-cultural. I have no doubt that God’s plan for sex is the best, but I also have no doubt that some people who read this will think, “Wow, she’s a prude, isn’t she?” But I choose to wear that label with pride. Head on over to Today’s Christian Woman if…
As I admired all the beautiful prom dresses at church today, I was reminded that I will never help a daughter prepare for a formal. And I thought of several reasons why that is probably a very good thing. 1. I have never had nor do I ever plan to get a pedicure. 2. I’ve had one professional manicure: the day before my wedding. 3. I own exactly 2 purses. The gray one I bought at Goodwill, and the black one I’ve had since college. 4. I own one necklace, three rings and four pairs of earrings. 5. All of my make-up (except for the…
It was all because of the flying cheese. I was tucking my little man into bed when he made his cheese confession. “Mom, I forgot to tell you something.” (Lewis, who shares pretty much every detail of his every day life with me, “forgot” to tell me something…my ears perked up immediately.) “What’s that buddy?” “I had to go to the principal’s office today.” If my youngest had had previous incidents involving disobedience and disruptive behavior in school, this may have upset me a little bit. But as he is a pretty well-behaved, albeit un-Harms-ishly social six-year-old, I was more intrigued…
My 10-year-old son does not like church. While my worship leader husband stands before the congregation singing and drawing hearts into focus, I stand by a boy who doesn’t even move his lips. In the past this frustrated me immensely. I wanted everyone to see my kids following the rules and singing with smiles on their faces. I wanted them to see that the Harms family had it all together. But, as I struggled through my frustrations, I became aware of the sinfulness in my attitude. Like the cup Jesus speaks of in Luke 11:39, I was trying to look squeaky…
It was right there on my dry erase calendar in green marker and I missed it. Lewis – Reading Under the Stars I know I looked at the calendar during breakfast. I know I saw the words. And somehow I still missed it. So I sent my sweet little six-year-old to school without his pillow…without his book…and without the coolest and most important part of the equation…his flashlight. What did I feel like when I noticed my oversight shortly before it was time to go pick him up from school? Worst mom ever. That’s what. Uggghhh! I am a planner….