May 18
If Real dude spiritual leadership starts with getting to know God, then what does KNOWING look like? I hesitate to give any sort of rules or a 3-step plan because I know (all too well) it’s far easier to check off a list than to pursue a relationship, so maybe the first tip simply is this: …
May 08
When Christian husbands hear the words Spiritual Leadership they often cringe and move into an emotionally defensive ninja posture. They cover their ears and hum “nu nun nu nun” to drown out the sound of the “oh so subtle” but fully loaded assault they know their wife is about to lob at them. “Did you …
Apr 28
I didn’t grow up a Christian. Pagan might be more appropriate title. I thought Jesus was related to Santa and as far as I knew, he lived in the mythical world of leprechaun’s and Easter bunnies. But if I’m honest, I’ve always known God. I just wondered if he knew me. It started in high …
Mar 24
People keep asking my husband and me if we are knocked up yet. I’d bemoan the lack of modern civility but since I did post our intent to procreate to the entire internet universe –I might have to own this one and take the hit. So, in all honesty I’m a little conflicted now about …
Mar 10
Some decisions are too big to flip a coin over and so we pray and plead and ask the big guy for a sign. But in marriage this gets a little murkier when one person clearly hears God and yet their spouse remains unsure. So is the case in the Keller relationship. We have a …
Jan 04
Two weeks after the honeymoon my new husband cornered me outside the door of our condo and whispered in agony, “The kids never go away, do they?” I looked at him with all the empathy a former single mother of two small children could muster and shook my head, “No, they are pretty much around …
Dec 01
“Ooohhhh, that’s stinky!” said Kolby, crinkling up her pert little nose. “Daddy farted.” Daddy looked dismayed. “I did not fart! Kyle farted,” Tim adamantly replied. A guilty look crossed (my teenager) Kyle’s face. “Nope, it wasn’t me,” he playfully teased, even though we all knew his butt smelled like day old broccoli. Baby Kolby looked …
Nov 29
“That’s my mama,” says Kolby, pointing to me as I drive while talking to her sister. My toddler’s burgeoning vocabulary makes me chuckle and I glance at them in the rearview mirror. Faith smiles at Kolby. “Yes, that is Kolby’s mama,” she agrees. “But its Faith’s mama too.” Kolby narrows her gaze into a territorial …
Nov 23
I heard the crunch of metal before it registered to my thick skull that I had just hit a parked truck. As if on cue –the waterworks turned on and then I had to navigate un-sticking my car from the truck I was now glued to. Blinded through tears, I inched my car forward as …
Nov 19
It’s the weekend before Thanksgiving and my neighborhood is teeming with elvish activity. All day long neighbors have gathered together in giggles, gossip, and good old-fashioned razzing, to join forces and create a spectacular winter wonderland. Tim and I started early (at first light) with some strong coffee and a crap-load of lights I picked up earlier …
