Two Pictures of Caregiving
In his book, The Last Thing We Talk About, Joseph Bayly shares his honest feelings about the death of one of his...
Two Pictures of Caregiving
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Do I Model Bullying?
Do I Model Bullying?
Anyone can be a bully. Even a friend. Even a parent. Maybe parents and all adults need to ask themselves, “Do I model bullying behavior?”
The website Mean Stinks, says:
Bullying is name calling. Do my children hear me describe someone as: stupid, a nerd, wacko, crazy, fat or a retard?
Child Sexual Abuse Myths and Facts
Child Sexual Abuse Myths and Facts
Did you know that as many as 1 out of 4 girls and 1 out of 6 boys will experience some form of sexual abuse before...
Choose Forgiveness
Choose Forgiveness
Jesus says, “Forgive one another.” Colossians 3:13 Recently I read the novel, The Light Between Oceans by M.L....
A Powerful Painkiller
A Powerful Painkiller
We all know the power of a good story, but did you know that a good story is a powerful painkiller? Helen Mullen, a...
How Do I Care For Myself As A Single Parent?
How Do I Care For Myself As A Single Parent?
With over 13.7 million single parents in the United States, we all have seen or experienced the pressures of single parenting. Amanda writes that single parenting is “an overwhelming, exhausting job. Sometimes it feels like I have the whole world on my shoulders.”
Giving yourself a little space as a single parent is so important. It helps ensure that you offer your kids and others the best of who you are.
God Nudge Story By Larry
God Nudge Story By Larry
My wife, Karen, speaks of “God Nudges” from time to time. I usually reference her nudges to something she read out of her Bible, some verse out of Jerimiah or Corinthians, out of devotional books, or the like. However, I recently discovered that sometimes these nudges have secular roots. Like from out of The New York Times.
I Was Afraid To Talk
I Was Afraid To Talk
My life as a boy was filled with violence, blood and hiding places. My siblings and I were shuffled back and forth between our violent-alcoholic parents and a terribly abusive orphanage.
I carried the abuse inside me like a brick. I felt like I had so many bad secrets that I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, and I was so scared to let them slip that I stopped talking.
