The other day the kids were talking about what they might be when they grew up. They are still at the age where they completely believe that they can be a full-time missionary, full-time veterinarian, full-time explorer, and full-time painter all at once, so the conversation was filled with epic and exciting visions for their futures.
Creative Homemaking: For many of my early growing up years, our family lived in a small industrial town in Indiana. When I went back to visit the town years later as an adult, I was struck by how dreary and bleak it was. The weather was grey much of the time and the town was surrounded by ugly factories and hazy smog...
Creative Celebrations: Twenty years ago, Eric and I were married on a bright December day. While our wedding was traditional in many ways, it was certainly not ordinary or run-of-the-mill. Almost everything in our ceremony was a unique, symbolic remembrance of the significant ways God had worked in our relationship; a celebration of. . .
Creative Family Time:When I was growing up, our family had a weekly tradition called “special family night.” It usually consisted of reading a story together on the couch, having a special treat in the kitchen, and playing a game as a family before bed. These few simple activities were the highlight of our week, and even now, thirty years later, I still remember them vividly...
If you are a mother of young children (or work with them regularly), you know that God has given us an amazing built-in laughter therapy to ease the stresses and challenges that come with the job! In our home, six-year-old Kipling (a.k.a. Dubber and Dubs) provides a great deal of “comic relief”, usually while completely oblivious to the fact that he is even being funny.
Delighting in Our Kids: Before Eric and I had children, we would often observe young parents impatiently tugging their small children along behind them in malls or restaurants. Their children were adorable, chattering away as they discovered the new world around them. But the . . .
The Joy of Giving: I will never forget the day when Hudson, at age three, learned what an orphan was. A close family friend had just returned from a trip to Haiti where she had visited an orphanage and taken heartbreaking photos of children in desperate . . .
A Holy Sense of Humor: I recently heard about a kid-friendly app that helps children and parents keep track of their household chores. The concept was great, the usability simple, and the graphics engaging. At first I thought that it might provide a sleek replacement for the . . .
Purposeful Comfort: I am a big fan of efficiency. Ever since the days when our four kids were all age four and under, I have worked hard to efficiently manage the daily logistics that come with small kids. For many years, Eric and I had bath time down to a science. . .
Purposeful Sparkle: When my son Hudson was about three, he was moping around the house one afternoon and calling out to anyone who would listen, “I’m feeling creamy! I’m feeling creamy!” Finally I asked him, “You’re feeling creamy? What does that mean?” He looked at me . . .