Tonight, at bedtime my ten-year-old son and eight-year-old daughter wanted me to read a bible story. I chose the story in the book of Mark where Jesus calms the wind and the waves.  “That day when evening came, he said to his disciples, “Let us go over to the other side.” Leaving the crowd behind, they took him along, just as he was, in the boat. There were also other boats with him. A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped.   Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, “Teacher, don’t you care if we…

I saw a t-shirt for sale that had this written on it. “Dear Monday, everyone hates you.” As a homeschooling mom of a large family, I can sometimes really agree. However, you have to be willing to take what God sends you and work with it. The good. The bad. And the dog barf. Monday mornings at our house always start slowly, with lots of moaning and groaning and complaining about schoolwork. Then the kids tell me to stop it and put a smile on my face. Just kidding, the moaning is mostly from the children. I began the day with bible study – trying to share with the kids…

Pray and Speak Boldly Two weeks from now it will be a year since I answered one of the most frightening phone calls I have ever received. The police called to report they had found my daughter.  She struggles with opioid addiction and I had not heard from her. I feared the worst. No parent wants to outlive their child. I am no exception. I answered the phone with my heart clenched tightly. When the police officer told me that she was in the hospital, all he would disclose was that my daughter, “Didn’t feel good and that her arm hurt.”  My heart began beating again. She’s alive. When my…