An Open Thank You Letter To the Men Who Will Never Buy Sex

Dear Men, No, not all of you. This one goes out to the men who have never, and will never, sexually exploit another human for their own personal satisfaction. As a wife, a mother, and as a woman in this community, I want to offer a personal thank you to you. You aren’t talked about enough, and I think it’s about time that you were recognized. To law enforcement agents and first responders like my husband, who choose this job to help others and not because you think it gives you easy access to hurting and vulnerable women and youth….

I Think I Put God On Hold

This year is honestly not unlike any other year. I’ve had a lot of big changes. Last year it was book publishing Missionary Mom-which incidentally is on sale because it’s her birthday- and the year before that it was grad school and changing jobs, and, and, and. I’m finding this is going to be how things are around here. Big changes. Big adventures. Big hair. Except right now my hair is small because #braids. All of this sounds exciting, right? And it is. I’ve realized I’m a project based person to me core. I love trying new things, tackling new…

Why Do You Raise Your Hands In Worship?

I’ve had kids and adults ask me this. Sometimes it’s a cultural norm to raise hands in worship. Other times, you’re the weird new guy. The only one raising her hands. I’m not the kind of girl who follows a crowd, so I really thought on this a while when I was first asked. God had a lot to say. The posture of worship matters a lot and doesn’t matter at all. Glad I could clear that up for you. Think of it this way. If I’m in a conversation with a co-worker, there are a lot of ways I…

“When I Grow Up, I Want to Be A Sex Worker” Said No One Ever

teenVogue is graciously offering to teach your child that being a sex worker is the same as being a doctor. Seem crazy? That’s because it is, but that doesn’t change the validity of my statement. In an op-ed, a doctor writes that she is basically a sex worker because she talks to her patients about sex. In fact, she asks if we are all basically a sex worker on some level. Let’s set aside the fact that she is minimizing the pain of the most recent sex-trafficking story I listened to—a story of a young girl who slept in the…

Want To Help Me Put an End to Child Pornography?

I asked my 5thgraders if they’ve ever been approached online by a stranger or someone who seemed inappropriate. Twenty-four out of 26 of them raised their hands with stories that would cause many of us to grab our babies and head for a commune. One ten-year-old boy shared that a lady sent him a nude picture on FortNite. Asked if he wanted to have a private chat. The boy next to him said a teenaged girl sent him a text and asked if he wanted to smoke pot with her. Or other things. One girl confessed that she has had…

Less Talking, More Sitting

I got into a silent battle of wills with a fifth grader once. The entire year Sera had been so well behaved, compliant—a model student. She’d help during recess and was always smiling. Until I asked her opinion on whether or not she thought our school should switch to uniforms. Most students became staunch supporters of one side or the other. Not Sera. She about lost her mind. “Mrs. B, can I choose both sides? I can’t decide,” Sera asked hesitantly. To which I kindly replied, “No ma’am. For this assignment I need you to pick a side.” Not in…

Words, Words, Give Me All The Words

One of the most common requests I get from parents is a list of books for their tween-coming-up-on-teen-or-already-a-teenager-books. So. here. Here are a scramble of books that might be right for your kiddos. Of course gauge your child–some of these may be perfect for your kid or too much for their particular disposition. The Chronicles of Narnia River of Time Series River of Time California Thirteen Series (Glass Castle) Joey: How a Blind Rescue Horse Helped Others Learn to See (nonfiction) Harry Potter Series 100 Cupboards Knightley & Son Matched Series Ugly Series The Missing Series Remnants Series The Selection…

Week 6: Remarkable Housewives-My Girl Ruth

Happy final book club week, my friends! I am so glad to have met new friends here. This last remarkable lady we are going to discuss is Ruth. Not only is Ruth the picture of beauty in her devotion to every person around her, but how she lives her life gives God the space to show her how faithful he is at all times. When she lived, her life was not so different than what many of us see as we look across our neighborhoods, cities, our country, and our whole world. People are starving. Some for physical food, and…

Week 5: Remarkable Housewives-Martha, Martha, Martha

I can’t read about Martha’s story without switching into my adolescent little sister voice and chanting “Martha, Martha, Martha” (think Brady Bunch). I’ve honestly taken Martha as always a bit whiney. But here’s the thing. Acts of service is like my least cared about love language. It’s not that I like filth. But I am perfectly happy with a mostly straightened house and a rotisserie chicken thrown out with some crackers, cheese, and a sliced apple. You’ll notice I won’t have cooked any of these things. But I will pull a sleeve of Girl Scout cookies out of my freezer…

Infertility and a Little Too Pregnant: Remarkable Housewives Week 4

I can’t believe this post has taken me so long to get out. My apologies, friends. This last week was a doozy for our family. But I am here now, and SUPER ready to talk about my girl Hannah. Is she unreal? It feels like it, but I think she is about as real as it comes. When I read her story, I feel like I don’t just learn from her hard earned lessons like some of the previous ladies we’ve read about. Instead, her story has become my story. I want her approach to be my approach. She is…

Remarkable Housewives: Week 3

Hello All! It’s been a snowy tundra around here, and I don’t love it. I am never one to complain about the weather, but it’s becoming personal now. My dog doesn’t like the rain which seems to come between snow storms. That’s upped my struggle a bit. Plus, my hubby and I are planning an anniversary getaway for later in the year, and there is sun involved. It’s hard to look out my window and see all the white stuff when I know sandy beaches are on the horizon. Thank goodness I have had you all on here and Instagram…

Remarkable Housewives: WEEK 2

  Hello Ladies! How was your week? Did you make it through with your sanity? My Friday almost brought it all crashing down. It was one of those mentally fuzzy weeks where everyone seemed slightly crazier than normal. Know what I mean? It helped knowing I wasn’t alone in my crazy. I loved reading your posts this week, and knowing that we were each taking a closer look at Eve’s less than perfect life. So, let’s get after it. Let’s talk about our sister, Eve. If you haven’t read it yet, go do that, and come back and give us…

Week 1: Remarkable Housewives of the Bible

Hello friend! I am thrilled that you have chosen to join us in reading through Remarkable Women of the Bible. This next six weeks is going to be fun and hopefully full of some new growth in our hearts and our relationships. Since we are spending time together, I thought we should start with an introduction. So, who are you? Tell us whatever you want us to know. Give us the skinny. Lay out the low down. Cut to the chase. Tell us the top seven things we should know about you in the comments below. Before you jump into…

We Pour Out What God Pours In

Day 6 Ok, this might come across as a little real, but day six for me was spent recovering from day five. Layla Grace and I were out for the count: she was as sick as I’ve ever seen, and I wasn’t fairing much better. We are better, so thank you to all who prayed. We’ve been a little gun shy with the food now though. Thankfully, last night we had home-made fries as a side. It was one of those “my mind’s telling me no, but my body. My body is telling me yes.” #R.KellyForever My body won this…

Uganda Day 4

As I type, I am being jostled left and right as I sit midway back on a smallish bus full of my fellow missionaries. It’s so bumpy, I will probably hit the delete key more times than the correct letter keys. But, as I ride along, traveling to Jinja, I’ve had a not so subtle revelation. My key descriptor is “aesthetic.” Before you scroll on and stop reading, I promise this isn’t a self-deprecating post about how I’ll never measure up to how the Ugandan’s grasp contentedness. I mean, I won’t but my point is that maybe we’ve been set…

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