Category: Bibles & Bible Stories
Certain books make Jesus feel more real, more visible. They persuade our hearts of what our minds already know: Jesus was a real man, who lived in a particular time and place, and who encountered […]
When our girls were little and some of them still didn’t exist, having a baby every two or three years felt just our speed. We weren’t a four-under-four-sized family; we were a pace-yourselves-and-aim-for-one-in-diapers-at-a-time family. Clothes […]
Ages 3–5, Ages 5–8, Bibles & Bible Stories
The Awesome Super Fantastic Forever Party | Joni Eareckson Tada
One night at sleepover, a friend asked, “What do you think heaven will be like?” A second friend chimed in wistfully, her voice sleepy and half-muffled by her pillow: “I think it will be like […]
If you’ve ever spent time on a playground, you know “Can I play, too?” is a loaded question. Some days, it’s met with warmth and welcome—and other days with, “Nope! There’s no room in our […]
It rained for days. Not the drizzly, misty rain we’re known for in the Pacific Northwest, but fat, cold, splashy drops that fell and fell and fell. We could hear them, hammering the roof. We […]
Last month we had to put a beloved cat to sleep. Her name was Captain Jack Sparrow, and she was one of two littermates my husband and I adopted early in our marriage when we […]
In February I had the sort of realization I hate having: I had forgotten something. Last year swallowed up a lot of things, and as it passed, we noted and mourned a lot of those […]
This week, our middle two daughters competed in their first spelling bee: a circumscribed affair, thanks to COVID, of course. But leading up to the Bee, our dinner hour turned into Spelling Bee Practice, with […]
Ages 3–5, Ages 5–8, Bibles & Bible Stories
The Prisoners, the Earthquake, and the Midnight Song | Bob Hartman
The other night as we finished reading about Ananias and Sapphira in For Such a Time as This, one of our daughters sighed happily. “I love when they tell stories I’ve never heard before,” she […]
From our house sometimes we can smell the ocean. We can’t see it—it’s a few blocks, a bluff, some train tracks, and a smattering of industrial buildings away—but when the wind hits the water just […]
