Our Little Boys Need Heroes

Recently he’s been tough. During the day, his brothers and I tip-toe around him. Worried we may get lashed out at. Wondering who his selfishness will attack next.

He gets it honest. I am selfish at my core. I feel entitled to certain things. I want comfort and rest and to eat whatever I want and be skinny.

Welcome to the world of sin, son. Welcome to the battle.

But it hit the fan the other day. And it was time to stand firm. Humbly. To open up the Word and fight this…again.

“Son, do you know what a hero does?” “He fights for something.”

“Yes. Heroes fight for those they love. They sacrifice what they want for others.”

(He was starting to listen.)

“Why was King Tirian a hero?” “He was willing to die for the people in Narnia.”

“Why was Harry Potter a hero?”  “He was willing to die for his friends.”

“Why was Rose (from The Last Jedi) a hero?” “She was willing to die for Finn.”

(Now he was really listening…Conversations that start with kings or the Winter Soldier or Malfoy get a lot of attention around here.)

“Yes. But you know the real hero is. You know who did die for us.”

“And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.” (Philippians 2:8)

“You want to follow Him? Then you sacrifice. For your brothers. For your sister. For your friends. For those you don’t know.”

I believe our little boys need heroes. They need to see sacrifice. They need to see bravery.

And yes, we protect their innocence and screen what they see, but we can’t deprive them of what it means to be a man. Of what it means to stand up for what you believe in. Or lay it all down for someone else.

We can choose to see today’s media as an enemy. Or we can choose to see it as a tool.

All the while, praying for wisdom, having hard conversations, and believing that the real “Hero,” the One who gave up everything for our precious children, will patiently and lovingly draw them to Himself.


The Last Jedi was a hit with the cousins!




We made it to the DR!

We’re here! Got up at 3:00 weary by now but here. And safe!

Our flights were great. The boys loved the mini-TV’s on the first flight. I sat beside a Will Smith look a like in the airport. We ate a cold cinnamon bun at 5:00…delicious!

We got to tour the amazing work that God is doing here in the Dominican…baseball ministry, church, school, etc. It’s clear His hand is here, and He is leading Gary and Allison and their team.

Humbled. That’s how I feel.

My eyes are heavy, but my heart so full. Full of joy at seeing how God is working. Full of a little conviction at how dog gone selfish I am.

Ann Voskamp’s new book, “The Broken Way” is my trip read. Couldn’t be more ordained. It’s okay to be broken. Broken to be poured out. Filled with Him.

God, help me to live like that. Hands always open. Help Stephen and Caleb to see this. To see how You came to love. How you’ve called us to love. Could there be anything greater than being emptied for Him?

“Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of wickedness, to undo the straps of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke?” (Isaiah 58:6)



I Will Not Be Moved

It’s nearly midnight. The house is quiet. I’m downstairs sitting by the fire typing away on this keyboard. The words from a song I heard tonight are running through my mind…

“I will stumble, I will fall down
But I will not be moved
I will make mistakes, I will face heartache,
But I will not be moved
On Christ the Solid Rock I stand,
all other ground is sinking sand
I will not be moved.”

My last few posts have been heavy. There are seasons like that. And we all stumble. All fall down. All make mistakes and face heartache.

But Christ is a rock that stands strong.

“I love you, O LORD, my strength. The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” (Psalm 18:1,2)

Stronghold. He doesn’t tell me every day will be easy. He doesn’t tell me life will be a breeze. But He says He will be my rock.

He was humbled…born low…laid low…for me. And because of that I will not be moved. What a reason to celebrate this Christmas!

photo 1 (15) She makes me smile like that!

photo 2 (14) Before bed pic

photo 3 (14) He brought me these…for no reason at all