12:26 A righteous man is cautious in friendship, but the way of the wicked leads them astray. One of my oldest son’s best friends is the son of one of my college friends. It is not by accident. When our boys were in third grade, my friend and I became proactive in their friendship, orchestrating times for the boys to hang out together. Theirs is a friendship that probably wouldn’t have blossomed without a little push because the boys didn’t naturally cross paths. In all of their years of elementary school, they were only placed in the same classroom…
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
Best Friends: Mothers in Arms A cute little story I wrote about my friend Marti and me was published in the May 2015 issue of Guideposts. The photo shoot is actually more exciting than the story, so I’m gonna take you behind the scenes. It took place in mid-February. Outside. At a park. On a twisty slide. No coats allowed. What?!? I suggested a photo at a coffee shop, because drinking a hot caffeinated beverage in a warm locale is more our style than balancing precariously on giant plastic playground equipment, but I guess they wanted to give Marti the opportunity to prove she is the…
I still have a couple Sanctity of Life posts coming before the end of the month, but today I’m reposting this lovely tribute my friend Marti wrote for the Des Moines Moms Blog last week. I don’t know how I would have survived the early years of parenting three boys without her 🙂 Sisterhood I’ve been living this life of “mommy” for over eleven years now. This past December, like an assault from an angry lunch lady with a greasy frying pan, I was whacked over the head with a revelation. For the past eleven years I’ve been putting up…
She stands over six feet tall and doesn’t mind sliding a cuss word into a conversation. I am five three on a good day and have been advised from birth that swearing is bad bad bad. She moved into the gray house across the street just weeks after we finished unpacking our new home. I had been a stay-at-home mom for several years by then, so this mama was pretty isolated from the outside world, spending my time officiating little boys’ living room wrestling matches and teaching them that “thou shalt not kill” applies to them too. The thought of befriending…