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How to Talk to Your Young Children About Abortion

Posted by on May 15, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

The word “abortion” is a regular part of my vocabulary. I’ve worked for my local pregnancy center for six years, spoken in front of crowds about abortion, given presentations on how to defend the pro-life position, and written many articles on the topic. But the first time my 4-year-old looked me in the eye and asked me what abortion was, I froze. How could I even begin to explain such a horrible reality to my son? His questions were inevitable. Our family has made a point to create a culture of life and an awareness of the needs of women in unplanned pregnancies. (I talk more about this in last month’s article, The Most Dangerous Place. You can check that out here!) When the questions come, what is the best way to speak to young children about abortion in...

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A Tale of Two Tombs

Posted by on Apr 29, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, History by the Slice | 0 comments

Our tour group gathered beneath a canopy at the Garden Tomb in Jerusalem, listening to our guide on a beautiful, shirt-sleeve day. To one side, we could hear the singing of another church group gathered near the tomb, and to the other side was the cacophony of the city—traffic horns and the constant rumble of construction machinery. Although we often think of Golgotha, where Jesus was crucified, as being isolated from the bustle of the city, the Romans had a way of crucifying people along busy roads. That way, more people would see what happens when you go against the Empire. So, the noise of Jerusalem surrounding the Garden Tomb was actually more in line with the way it might have been. As our guide continued to talk, a nearby loudspeaker, mounted on a pole, began blasting an Islamic...

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Calming the Chaos

Posted by on Apr 18, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, From the Heart | 3 comments

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 do drive a parent crazy. “Son, stop banging. It’s just creating chaos,” my husband instructs. Immediately, our preschooler bursts into song. “Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!” At this point, what do you do except roll your eyes and laugh at the insanity of the situation? Such craziness typifies our current life season. Noise and chaos, messes and piles, unfinished projects galore. But in the midst of it all, three kids are loving life and exploring the world around them. Quite honestly, I waffle back and forth between being okay with all this – with embracing exploration while training them to pick up after...

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The Most Dangerous Place

Posted by on Apr 11, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

We walked with the crowd of people toward the old, dilapidated building. Angry weeds forced their way through every visible crack and crevice. We moved in silence as an overwhelming sense of sadness settled around us like a thick blanket. We stared at the building and watched as women filtered in and out of the door that creaked in protest each time it was forced open. We watched and we prayed. My husband, two children and I were standing outside of our city’s abortion facility. Not your typical Saturday family outing. I’ve gotten more than a few strange looks and comments from people when they learn that we’ve taken our children to the abortion facility. And I can’t say I blame them—I’m sure it seems weird on several levels. For one, convincing a 4-year-old and almost 2-year-old to be...

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Gethsemane and the Way of the Press

Posted by on Mar 28, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, History by the Slice | 0 comments

We reached the Garden of Gethsemane after hiking down a winding, slippery road on the Mount of Olives, east of the Temple walls in Jerusalem. The pavement was so treacherous and the road so steep that we had to hold on to handrails as we weaved our way down. But we eventually made it to the traditional site of the Garden of Gethsemane—a modest, walled-off garden with many old, stout olive trees. No one knows if this is the actual site of the garden, but it’s in the right general location, and it certainly fits the image. The age of the trees is unknown because olive trees do not have rings that mark off years like most trees. But carbon dating has estimated that some of them go back to the 1100s AD. The word “Gethsemane” means “oil press”...

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White-Knuckled Prayers

Posted by on Mar 12, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

“Dear God, gank You for cars and dump trucks and street sweepers. And most of all, gank You for Jesus, Your Son, who died for our sins. Amen.” Before “amen” finished rolling off his tongue, my three-year-old firecracker began shoveling food into his mouth much like the dump trucks—which he so reverently lifted up in prayer—might slide mounds of dirt into a bottomless pit. When my son paused from filling his hollow legs with pasta, he took a breath and launched into an epic reenactment of his day. I’ve never seen my son do anything halfway; there is a sense of urgency in every task. When he builds with LEGO bricks, his face remains inches from each piece, concentration etched into his furrowed brow. When he plays outside, each task is completed at a dead run, usually accompanied by...

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