Anger Doesn’t Get a Seat at Our Sunday Table
When the same family blowup keeps replaying, an apology isn’t enough. Here’s what Joseph, Judah, and Peter taught me about boundaries, real change, and restoration.
When the same family blowup keeps replaying, an apology isn’t enough. Here’s what Joseph, Judah, and Peter taught me about boundaries, real change, and restoration.
After losing my father at twelve, I learned how quickly ordinary moments become lasting memories. Now, at 55, I’m learning why we must tell the people we love what they mean to us while we still can.
There’s a difference between carrying responsibility and quietly believing everything depends on you. I didn’t cross that line all at once — it happened one flat tire, one phone call, one missed evening at a time. This is what I’m learning about the difference between being faithful and trying to control the outcome.
Some nights, nothing is technically wrong enough to explain how heavy everything feels. This is what carrying pressure nobody could see taught me about giving it to God — and having to give it to Him again the next day.
A little collection with a big story: how one squishy cube from my daughter turned into a running joke with my grandkids — and something I hope they remember long after they forget which cube was my favorite.
Families don’t break all at once — they drift, one skipped gathering at a time. A raw, personal look at losing the backbone that held my family together, and what I’m finally doing about it.
Fifty years of marriage is a remarkable achievement, but my parents’ greatest legacy isn’t simply the years they’ve shared, it’s the unwavering faith, sacrificial love, and Christ-centered example they’ve lived every day. This tribute celebrates their Golden Anniversary, my mom’s birthday, and the incredible legacy they’ve built for our family.
When biblical parenting meets today’s legal system, Christian parents face difficult questions. Discover what Scripture teaches about discipline, how Ohio law approaches corporal punishment, and the lessons one father’s experience can teach us all.
I was twelve years old the day I lost my father. I did not understand everything that happened, but I knew life had changed forever. This is the story of that day, the grief that followed, and the God I can now see was there even when I could not feel Him.
My father was my coach, my best friend, and my hero. I didn’t have him long enough, but what he planted in me never left.