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"Then one of the twelve, called Judas Iscariot, went unto the chief priests, and said unto them, What will ye give me, and I will deliver him unto you? And they covenanted with him for thirty pieces of silver. And from that time he sought opportunity to betray him." Matthew 26:14-16 THEN....Judas went...He wasn't tricked into betraying Jesus; he sought it out.   WHY? What happened right before that prompted this "then Judas" moment? According to Matthew and Mark's accounts, we find the woman with an alabaster jar anointing Jesus with her expensive perfume.  Likely, her dowry was poured out on...

"Just why?"  That was my first thought when I walked in to brush my teeth and found a broken clip sitting on our bathroom counter. WHY doesn't Brad just throw things like this away? Why does he leave it sitting on the counter where I will inevitably be the one to deal with it….   I'm so glad I had to finish brushing my teeth before I reacted; my mouth occupied, so the first thought couldn't pop out. I felt my words shift:   I can just throw it away.    The clip is the leftover trash from a weekend...

Yesterday, I put three-year-old Selah in a little ballet class where they pretended to jump on lily pads and swim through the water (or something like that 😂). I had no idea what Clement Arts was, just that they promised to keep performance costs to a minimum, and my friend Holly told me to sign her up. She was so tiny, so adorable. The night of her first recital, I snapped this picture as she stood in the wings of that vast stage and then watched enraptured as my shy little girl in bunny ears walked out and danced every...

Last week, we explored a new lake…because about a year ago, Brad decided to creatively make one of my dreams come true when he bought us a little boat.  It's a Sea Eagle inflatable motor boat.  He calls it our gateway boat, but I think he low-key loves how it matches his Jason Bourne persona….   Anyway…   We only had Selah with us that particular day, and she wanted to go fast and wild.  Imagine her disappointment when we saw exactly two other boats the whole time, and one was quietly fishing.  The water was as smooth as glass. ...

"I'm not good at that." It started with small, little snippets of self-doubt.  I should have noticed.  I should have stopped it sooner.  I'm her mother, after all….unfortunately, I'm also really gifted in the art of negative self-talk.  Maybe I missed it because what should have been a red flag has been given a space on my shelf, a narrative I frequently read and accept as normal.    It took flares of anger, where self-hate spewed out of my sweet girl like a volcano I assumed was dormant.  I was shocked.  I argued back--NOTHING you are saying about yourself is...