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Who We are When No One is Watching…Except Our Kids

I have been there countless times, safe in my own home, when I let my guard down and I say something I shouldn’t, do something I shouldn’t, think something I shouldn’t.  But I think, “I am fine, no one saw me.”

Then I turn around, and see one of my kids watching me.


Hopefully I am not the only one that has done that. If I am the only one, then I will be writing this just for myself. But if I am not the only one, then keep reading.

Colossians 3:17 says, “And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.”

Based on that measuring stick, I fail all the time.  My words and deeds are not always on point with the verse in Colossians, especially when I am at home. It’s kind of scary to think about how my words and deeds differ when I am out in public and when I am at home. I would love to think that that I am same person all the time, but if I am being honest, that isn’t the case. My family sees the real me, especially my kids.

There’s Grace For That


Disclaimer:  I am still extremely new at parenting.  I also will likely rework my thoughts about parenting a zillion times before the end of my life, so consider this an observational snapshot. With those declarations made, please offer me grace in speaking about something I have mostly spectator’s experience with.  I’m aware you likely know more than me.  I’m just sharing where I am.  Right now.

I’m not going to lie, I honestly thought that once your kids were “grown” in age or self-sufficiency, you pretty much got to coast as a parent. 



One of my favorite songs of all time is the hymn known as “In Christ Alone.” The very first line is “In Christ alone my hope is found” – a bold saying given how much I hope for all kinds of things.  I hope for healthy kids, I hope for a long life, I hope I get hired, I hope for healthy relationships, I hope I get to my appointment on time, etc.

But what does it mean to say that my hope is in Christ alone?  Is it wrong to hope for a certain outcome in any given circumstance?  Not really, but the question is what is the root of your hope? What is the root of my hope?  If it is something other than Jesus and his resurrection, then there will be trouble.

The type of hope that I want to talk about is the hope that accompanies unforgiveness. Someone has wronged me and so…  I hope they feel bad for that.  I hope he pays for what he did.  I hope they understand my pain.  I hope they say sorry. 

Celebrating Dr. King: Five Ideas from My Family to Yours

The focus of our attention indicates who and what we will become—both as an individual and as a people. Reflecting on the monuments of our past, then — monuments of both good and of evil — can build in us resolve and direction for the character of our future. And for the follower of Jesus, these monuments serve also to build in us gratitude and confidence in the activity of God — as well as to build a horror of the ways that the ‘normal’ sins of pride and self-indulgence and mindless conformity inevitably work to compound into monstrosity. We do not look back to become mired in the past — we look back to build into ourselves character that propels us forward.

This weekend, Americans celebrate a magnificent monument of our past — a monument that reminds us both of the haunting expanse of evil and of the brilliant momentum of good. For much of my life, I missed what that meant, and, aside from an obligatory school assembly, I gave little thought to the significance of the Martin Luther King, Jr holiday.

The result of my white privilege? Absolutely. Of the self-centeredness of my youth? Yeah… that too.

A number of years ago, however, I began to recognize an opportunity — the opportunity to honor a noble man, certainly, and thereby to honor and strengthen the values for which he stood … and in doing so, to build for myself and my family a forward-propelling character.

Here are some ideas, from my family to yours, for honoring Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr — and perhaps, for gleaning some of his character to build into your own:

A very ordinary morning or A morning touched by grace

DSC_1671Let’s take a quick look at my very ordinary Friday morning.  I wake up, shower, and get my boys up and off to school.

Now to expand on these very bare details, let’s look at a scenario of how these events could oh, so easily have gone…

Friday Morning Scenario 1

It’s time to get the boys up, but I’m already running a little behind.  This means they must get up NOW, whether they like it or not.  Feet on the floor.  Time to get moving.  Voices raised.  Grumpy kids.  Grumpy mom.

Great way to start the day.

Neighbors and Prostitutes

She knew my name long before I knew hers.  I don’t know where she learned it.  I recognized her, though, limping down the street past my building, almost dragging her right foot with each step.  She always called out to people across the street.  It seemed she knew everyone, so it wasn’t surprising when one […]