What do you think about when you think of home? Do you have warm memories that bring you thoughts of laughter, good food, feelings of being loved and cared for? It’s possible that wasn’t your experience as you grew up and passed from childhood into adulthood. Your past does not have to deﬁne your future.
A woman is the heart of the home. Through loving hands and loving heart the very nature of God himself is expressed. He was the ﬁrst one to create a beautiful place for his own creatures to enjoy. It’s in his heart to make a place of comfort, warmth, happiness and then say, “Enjoy. It is for you.” (more…)
My son Will sent me an article from the Canadian Medical Association Journal. Its title clearly says, “Spanking Undermines a Child’s Long-Term Development.”
I knew I shouldn’t have spanked him for standing up in his high-chair at age two. It made him more aggressive and violent. The last time we were at his house, we sat down to eat and Will stood up in his chair. His 6’3″ frame towered over the table and guests, frowning down upon us, and looking like his undermined development was about to act out in chaotic violence. We all cowered in fear.
Just kidding! (more…)
Last week I wrote about our family picture shoot and my own impatience in the process. I asked for any other stories that you might want to submit, mainly so that I wouldn’t feel so alone in the role of spoiler. Thank you, Amy Kendall, for sending your pics and for your brief narrative.
Amy’s sister wanted everyone in white shirts for the picture, but somehow Amy did not get the word. In Amy’s words, “I don’t think I was a ‘picture’ of Christ that day.” The final result is below. (more…)
Thanksgiving was fun. All of our kids were home along with new spouses and friends.
Our meal preparations were lively as the bustle around the kitchen was full of laughter and stories and conversation and an overabundance of excellent cooks.
We moved the dining room table into the living room, added the leaves, pushed the breakfast table next to it and seated fourteen all together. It was delightful. That was Thursday.
Saturday, we planned to make a family picture. Family pictures tend to become aggravating events–worth it, but aggravating.
This year’s picture will probably be memorialized among my clan as the year that dad (that’s me) displayed my own lack of self-control. If the saying is true that “You can tell the size of a man by the size of the things that upset him,” then I was the smallest one in the picture. (more…)