In the midst of sticky fingers and parenting fails, it’s as if God sharing a very good, beautiful secret with me of a glory that only he knows in full.

We threw Noah the cutest little book launch party you ever did see, and it was a picture to me of God’s delight in his children.

We cannot have a “life we don’t have to heal from.” But we can know that healing is possible.

What if God not only loves me, but also likes me? I am learning to receive and trust in his delight in me.

I think the closest thing to a full-blown Wild West shootout we have today are the volley of shots fired from Christian parenting-focused social media accounts. What is going on under the surface, and where do we need God’s healing and a better story?

I ask his Spirit to bring life and joy and do a new thing, but I know life and joy and newness are so often born out hard things. And I feel myself bracing for impact rather than opening my hands.