Lying across the “big bed," an open window invites a breeze to tickle my spine. Stretching out like this feels good for...
I have always thought that parenting is an art form. There are no hard and fast rules. Something that is true in one situation might not be true in another. A reaction that...
Two Sundays ago, I took Communion with my almost-six-year-old son. It was his first experience with the bread and the cup. And it’s something I’ll never forget. ...
Blundering, bungling, fumbling... ...
There's not many things more frightening than losing your job. A few years ago my wife was laid off from a job that she had held for 12 years. There was no problem...
In the fellowship of parenting, we often sit in the family room, literal or virtual, laughing and swapping stories. We discuss bedtime routines and college savings plans. We share laundry advice...
Part two in a series. Click here to read part one. ...
I’ve never been a math guy. Numbers scare me in the same way zombies do; both seem so foreign and lack even...
About 10 years ago, I had the most amazing job. I was the Director of Adult Ministries at a large suburban church...
My daughter’s letter to Santa. A little fuzzy, I know, but appropriate since I’m feeling a little fuzzy at the moment myself. The fairy charms and jewels and the Guess Who? game are...
One morning I spied my son sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, his toes easily touching the floor. I stopped and stared. Something about his posture and those long, lean legs …...
“THERE! THERE IT IS! I SEE IT I SEE IT!” ...
When we explore the topic of family here at High Calling Blogs—the work of family—we don’t want to limit the discussion to parenting. “Family” includes brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles,...
One day when my kids were much younger, I glanced in the rear-view mirror to see one of my daughters sucking in her cheeks. ...
Parenting is a balancing act, is it not? And it's a hard balancing act. It's not like walking a wire where you have to keep from falling to the right or to the...
Let's call them moments of grace - moments of unexpected blessing. We've all had them. Your car runs out of gas just as you pull into the station. You leave your wallet behind...
As I mentioned in a previous post, our eight-year-old son’s gift list has remained short. ...
The most recent of my daughter’s many career incarnations is an astronaut, courtesy of a thirty-second newscast of the most recent space shuttle launch that somehow made it onto our DVR. I would...
That Christmas should be a time of joy and peace is a given. That it’s often instead a time of stress and disagreement is also a given. No matter how much we try...
My five-year-old, Rowan, and I had enjoyed a full day together: a morning at the zoo, followed by a picnic in the park and a stop at Target, where I'd picked up two...
