Why “Going to Church” is Unbiblical and Correcting our Christian Phraseology Matters
There’s one phrase that’s really been getting under my skin lately. I’ve spent most of my life saying it. I think all of us who identify as Christians have. We’ve mentioned it to our co-workers when they ask about our weekend plans. We’ve said it to our neighbors when they ask where we’re off to so early in the morning. We proclaim it to our children when we drag them out of bed first thing on a Sunday. “We are going to church.” Church Defined According to Merriam-Webster, there’s nothing wrong with the statement. Church is most often defined as: “a building for public and especially Christian worship.” And this…
5 Daily “Educational” Activities to do with Your Child This Summer
The first gift you can give your child this summer is the time and space for unstructured play. The second gift you can give your child this summer is yourself.
10 Positive Discipline Tips I Learned from my Counselor
“How are you doing today?” my counselor asked as I entered her office. I wondered if she noticed the smudged mascara on my face and assumed, correctly, that I had been crying. “I’m stressed,” I said, skipping the niceties and and plopping on the floral couch. “My kids are making me insane lately, and I am especially struggling with my son. He’s just so strong willed and independent and emotional and we’re having trouble getting him listen to us and I’m running out of ideas of what to do.” Just this morning, I went on, I had to navigate the meltdown that happens every time I ask him to…
Be Present, Pursue, and Practice Empathy – Parenting Skills for Weathering Your Child’s Inevitable Emotional Episodes
When we take the time and energy to be present with our children, pursue them, and practice empathy during their emotional episodes, not only do we help teach them how to work through their emotions, we reap a relational reward. I was reminded of this last week. Let me tell you the story, and what I took away from it.Â
Levi – A Birth Story
It wasn’t my idea to get pregnant. We were on vacation, taking a walk along the beach, when my husband nonchalantly said he had had a dream the previous night that we had a little boy. “I was throwing him up in the air and catching up, and everyone loved him,” he said. I wasn’t sure how to receive this information, and am not sure what I said in response, but I saw a vision of the scene playing out before me, my husband tossing up a small child in the air, laughing and smiling. I smiled for a moment, too, until Kevin said, “Let’s have a baby.” An…
