Sometimes it takes a child to remind you of the challenges God places before us, the ways He wants us to refine ourselves more and more so we can be all He wants us to be in this world.

Every time I spread butter on bread, I stop and think of our friend, Father Tom.

Last weekend when I made chocolate chip cookies, I made a big double batch and ended up with way too many.

In life, it’s the little moments that add up to the big ones. The small wins become the larger ones.

I spontaneously invited friends to come for afternoon tea, and we had such a wonderful
time.

Every morning when I ask, “What would you like for breakfast today?” our fourth grader says, “The usual.”

For years and years I have cried while cutting onions.

When friends of ours suggested we get a group together and go bowling last weekend, I knew I wouldn’t have any trouble selling my family on the idea. We love bowling.

I’ve reached a whole new place in parenting. Today if I get to choose, I do not want to shop alone. I want to bring a child along.

Words can hurt, and words can heal. Words can divide people or build bridges.