Join Me on a Ride to Malvern

It was a top-secret mission. Even though I didn’t have a clue what it was all about, I jumped at any chance to go somewhere with just my dad and me. Since my little brother was still in his crib, I must have been only five. Mom was starting dinner while having a whispered discussion with my dad. Then, he threw out an invitation to me: “I've got to make a little trip to Malvern, Gertrude, want to come with me?”

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The Bathroom Door is Swinging Wide Open

Have you noticed how rapidly things are changing in our nation? Do you wonder what is happening? In one sense, it’s the same thing that has been happening since Eve’s fatal choice in the Garden of Eden. Remember her choice? Rather than gratefully embracing her identity: image bearer of God, Eve chose to switch identities. Privileged as an image bearer of God, the identity that her Creator...

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Mother’s Day and Dealing with My Regrets

Mother’s Day is one of those bitter-sweet events. For women who’ve ached and longed for a little one, but that longing is still unanswered, the day is a painful reminder of the empty womb. For others, the day holds sorrow because of the loss of their own mother, or the painful memories of childhood without a mother. For me, Mother’s Day is a combination of joy and regret. I have regrets as...

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A Mom’s “If Only” Regrets

For me, one of the most painful parts of motherhood is watching my child suffer because of my sinful past. Oh, I wasn’t a bar-hopper, I didn’t cheat on my husband or beat my kids, but I was a sinful mom. I was selfish. Sometimes I was lazy. I procrastinated. Often I was disconnected rather than intentional in my parenting. My good intentions often ended in colossal failure. I was harsh. I was...

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Intentionally Cultivating Gratitude

My son’s eighth birthday party wasn’t the best. He had a birthday meltdown. It wasn’t pretty. There were a lot of contributing factors: too much cake and punch, high expectations, and disappointment over a game he created that no one could quite catch onto. His birthday meltdown was a wake-up call to me that I needed to take a more intentional approach to cultivating gratitude. We used that...

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