Cannon turned four years old this week. We celebrated with a family dinner, and his therapist decorated his room with a banner and a few balloons. It was all low-key and simple. He would not have wanted, nor would he have really understood, any more fanfare than that. But from...
Booing. Shouting. Finger-pointing. Adults getting up in one another’s faces, arguing against a call. All this I have seen—in an elementary school gym. In a Christian school, no less. “If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone” (Romans 12:18 NIV). “Be kind...
One of my goals as a father is to infect my children with childlike wonder. Arthur Gordon is one of my role models when it comes to wonder. I read his incredible book, Wonder, on our fifteenth anniversary trip to Italy—making it all the more meaningful. In fact, we saw...
One of the hardest things after my husband died was not only dealing with my grief but also watching my children try to grapple with theirs. My youngest two kids were four and six years old. I had three coming-of-age boys (twelve, fourteen, and sixteen years old) who needed their...