A few days ago, as I was driving home, my mind drifted. In no time I was in an internal panic, thinking about what would happen to my children if my husband and I both died at the same time. Then, I let my mind go further (too far) and I imagined if we all died except my youngest daughter. Would our friends gather around her? Would our family get here quickly enough to calm her fears? I was almost in tears as I was driving, gripped by fear. Continue reading
When I began reading the Bible with my kids, it wasn’t long before I stumbled upon passages that were rather graphic in content. At first I panicked and tried to quickly come up with some way to convey the story to a preschooler, without arming them with information I was not ready for them to have. After a few of these pressure packed moments, I realized I needed a plan of attack. 

