Memorable Mealtimes

“I’m glad we eat together as a family,” said my pre-teen daughter as she served up a second helping. Her comment warmed my heart. I, too, love our shared moments around the table. Sometimes they’re rushed as we squeeze in a meal before Wednesday night AWANA or some other obligation. But most often, our dinners … Continue reading Memorable Mealtimes

Giving Thanks when Things Aren’t Perfect

by Meredith Mills @DazzledByTheSon What does the perfect Thanksgiving look like to you? I think of Norman Rockwell’s painting Freedom From Want – all the family gathered around a beautifully decorated table laden with once-a-year favorites. Sweet smells, pleasant company, happy hearts. But real life isn't always that perfect, is it? Just last week, we … Continue reading Giving Thanks when Things Aren’t Perfect

Calming the Chaos

Bang. Bang. Bang. My son taps who-knows-what on the floor, enjoying the sounds he creates. He loves noisemaking. I cherish his inquisitive personality, that quality which causes him to make the noises (and the messes). But these things drive a parent crazy. “Son, stop banging. It’s just creating chaos,” my husband instructs. Immediately, our preschooler bursts into song. “Chaos! Chaos! … Continue reading Calming the Chaos

The Journal

Friendship. 

It’s one of the greatest joys and most profound responsibilities of parenting. We have the privilege of cultivating relationships with the children God has given to us.

Read the rest of this article at In The Quiver, where I’m guest posting today – sharing a conversation-sparking tradition that spans three generations. Please stop by for a visit and join the conversation!

in the Quiver

Something shimmery caught my eye as I entered the room. An iridescent journal lay on my bed. I smiled.

This is no ordinary journal–it’s an ongoing conversation. My tween daughter and I take turns writing notes to each other and then leaving the journal on the other person’s bed.

My own mom started this journaling tradition years ago when I was single and traveling the country with a ministry team. She gave me a new journal, inscribed with these words, “I thought it would be fun to write in this journal and send it back and forth. It seems like it would be a neat ‘keepsake.’”

Keepsake it is. Fifteen years later, I still treasure the record of words mailed back and forth across the country. She wrote about my little sister getting braces, described trips she and my dad took and expressed her surprise over my unexpected visit home…

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