Meditations

Today, my child is growing in emotional awareness and skill. Since this is a day that ends in “y,” there’s a good chance that it may involve an outburst, disobedience, or an action that feels like disrespect to me. This can be hard for ANYONE to respond to gracefully. I am certainly not alone! Even professionals in the parenting realm–people who teach others how to navigate this role– have confessed that they, too, struggle on a daily basis to stay composed. Becoming an adul

A meditation for parents of children who don't fit into the mold God, I come to You tired. Not from lack of love— but from pouring it out, over and over, into seeds I can’t yet see the fruit of. You know the garden I planted this year. You saw the seeds I saved by hand— chosen from last summer’s joy. You watched me buy the lights, prepare the soil, water them with care and hope, envisioning a bountiful garden. And You saw what came—or didn’t. How spring arrived, and