My heart is bent toward worry.  I would say my mind, but my worry knows no logic.  It’s impressive, really.  My mind can remember all the statistics and likelihoods of something happening, but my heart will shout WHO CARES?! and go about its merry way worrying. You know what helps that?  Children.  If by “helps” you mean expands and expounds and rewards a black belt in worry.  Did you know that dry drowning is a thing?  Did you know that if their car seat...

My fifteen-month-old daughter is not a cuddler.  She would prefer not to be touched or bothered, thank you very much.  If she is held at all, she prefers to be held facing out, taking in as much of the world as she can.  She wants complete independence and does a VERY good job of asserting her demands.  We joke that she could be a quarterback - or whatever guy it is that sticks his arm out and can block even the biggest attacker.  She swings her tiny little arm with...

My baby starts school next week, and I’m overflowing with all the emotions.  Proud of the ways she is growing up.  Excited for this new adventure for her.  Eager to see her personality continue to form as she’s exposed to so many new things.  Worried her sensitive heart might not be handled with care.  Guilt that I haven’t been a good enough, present enough, fill-in-the-blank enough mom.  Concerned about all the things she can and will be exposed to. I know this...

Be faithful in your limitations. A counter cultural phrase if there ever was one. My dad and brother were interviewing my Papa, Muncia Walls, on their Kingdom Link podcast, and this quote of his went straight to my heart.  They had asked him about some of the pitfalls young ministers need to watch out for.  One of his answers was jealousy, and then he quickly followed up with be faithful in your limitations.  Basically, be yourself.  Don’t worry about others.  Do what...