I’ve shoved writing in the backseat for a bit while I try to learn how to sew. I mean sew at above novice status. The zippers are killing me, and my new mantra is that old construction phrase “Measure twice, cut once.” If you are curious about this sewing craziness, take a peek at Sewing is Hard. Otherwise, just read this sweet little writing by the youngest Harms boy. He knows how to make me smile. I love that he thinks I’m 34-years-old. I sure do enjoy my job righting storees. And ISU sharts are the best.
I had the opportunity to write a short article for Christianity Today’s new Beautiful Orthodoxy website. The thrust of Beautiful Orthodoxy is In a world in desperate need of truth, goodness, and beauty, Christianity Today strengthens the church by richly communicating the breadth of the true, good, and beautiful gospel. Take a peek if you have a minute. There’s good stuff there. Some of the articles on the site are pretty deep and heady. Mine is not, because my brain does not work that way 😉 The Beauty of Broken People
I love writing for online publications. It still blows me away that I have the opportunity to write for TCW. But there is something special about finding my words in a real print magazine with actual paper pages I can turn with my hands. The enclosed check is pretty nice too 🙂
Photo courtesy of sideshowmom at morguefile.com Proverbs 4:1 Listen, my sons, to a father’s instruction; pay attention and gain understanding. We were getting ready for an overnight backpacking trip the week that Grandpa gave the boys a unicycle. The night before the trip, our middle son was out trying to figure the darn thing out. His father wisely advised him to put it away and pick it back up after we had completed our backpacking adventure. He’s got a smart daddy, that boy. His daddy knows Owen’s deep-seated need to take risks and try crazy stunts….
“You know, it’s okay if your primary ministry focus is your husband and your kids.” I don’t remember the details of the conversation with my mother-in-law leading up to that comment, but those words were the impetus to a change in my mom of small children perspective. I knew I wanted my primary role at that point in my life to be wife and mother, but it wasn’t until someone else said it out loud that I started to seriously think about what it meant. My husband was a project manager for a construction company and depending on what point he…