The Grape Ape The little ones around here are noise makers. All day long, they sing and jabber about anything that sounds interesting, “Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you!” They’ll turn anything into a song, “So-and-so looks like an ape, he ate a grape, so he’s a grape…
Most of my childhood photos are missing. I believe I have less than five of them. It’s kind of a bummer, considering that I was a cute, albeit annoying kid. So, now as an adult, I really value pictures of my own children. Thankfully, there are many. We have few photos of the daily ho…
We embrace tradition to bar newcomers entry into the faith, but Jesus keeps calling them to come in. Stephanie here: Jesus claimed to be a door. No, wait, he claimed to be THE door. He’s not afraid to tell us that he isn’t going to accept any other entry point to heaven. And there’s a…
(Spoiler: I never finished it) Summary This curriculum promises to be easy, all-in-one, and free! Introduction I’ve got ADHD and I needed to be able to print my lesson, study it in the car on the way to church and get to work teaching as soon as I arrived in class — almost 2 minutes…
How I learned to rest, trust, and somehow became more productive than ever. The things that most matter to me were learned the hard way. I hope they can become shortcuts for you to get to the next level. I’ll try to entertain you, as well. Blog categories Featured
Following God, Finding Balance Though none go with me, I still will follow… In “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe” by C. S. Lewis, there’s a scene where Lucy realizes that she was supposed to have followed the lion Aslan alone into the forest. He had not expected her to wait for her siblings…
God Has Got You! Look at these figurines. This creator’s eye for detail is exceptional. When I took a moment to really examine them, I was amazed at how there is a picture of each character’s purpose drawn onto the figurine’s own body. I loved that! Each individual piece bears the mark of its life’s…
Clark is one of my favorite characters. He’s been so much fun to write, that I decided to try to dig into his back story from Clark’s point of view. Clark often felt as if his mom was is a stereotype, of sorts. She was one of those white girls who saw herself in another…
Birth Father The memories I have of my birth father before I grew up could be easily counted using fewer fingers than I have. He was around until I was 6, when he moved away and only called twice that I know of. Somehow, though I have several scattered memories with the rest of my…