Prayer doesn’t have to be quiet and still. It can be sung, drawn, danced, or whispered into the wind. Try: 1)Prayer journals with doodles and thank-you lists 2)Prayer walks around the yard or neighborhood 3)Prayer jars where kids drop in names or needs to pray over later

Ultimately, our children belong to God. We are stewards, not saviors. That truth can be both terrifying and freeing. It means we pray more than we preach. It means we trust the Holy Spirit to do what we cannot.

To every parent raising a bold-hearted kid who challenges bedtime prayers and asks hard questions in the grocery store checkout line—keep going.

It’s easy to think summer should be about big adventures—road trips, beach vacations, perfectly planned outings. But God works just as powerfully in the ordinary. The giggles at the breakfast table. The sticky hands reaching for one more popsicle. The late-night talks when little voices ask deep questions about life. Those small moments build a foundation of love that lasts far beyond summer. Don’t underestimate them.

I told my friend that if I take credit for anything, it’s for this: I prayed. I prayed hard, every single day, through tears and exhaustion, through silence and sobs. I prayed for my children’s hearts, their futures, their friends, their spouses, their jobs, and all the decisions I’d never be able to control. I trusted God to step in and handle the pieces I couldn’t fix — and He did.

I am thrilled that Cameron has finally come to realize what I’ve known all along.  Pictures are wonderful, but you need the stories preserved with the pictures. Memories fade but words last forever.

I wanted the boys to think and pray about their future careers and make plans for them. Doesn’t every parent? Let’s face it—when you’re the child of a planner you have no choice. My kids would make plans for their future.

I complained to my friend Linda about the collection of rocks taking up residence in my car, and she added a new Mom Tool to my bag.

My son is only three and for him he can't tell much of a difference between his days at the daycare and his time at Sunday School.

I wasn’t the perfect mom, by anyone’s scale. I didn’t love my kids equally, just the way that they needed. And that’s so much better!

Susanna Wesley was the mother of John and Charles Wesley, who are credited for founding the Methodist movement.

Full disclosure:  I hated potty training. I hated being thirtyseconds from the closest bathroom, I hated spending money on Pull Ups…

Those feelings piled on the surface while her hero was overseas. She built a dam to hold them until her son returned.

I am experiencing Advent for the first time and it is truly something special. I didn't know much about it until last year.

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