There is a time for everything. My time as a basketball mom will come to an end tonight–unless our Eagles pull off a major upset in the Wisconsin state tournament. They could. But I’m preparing my heart for this 15-year basketball season to end. But if I’m honest, the idea of being a basketball mom…
But why am I so stuck on this one verse that escaped my gaze all the other dozens of times I read it? Why am I so taken up with it now?
Three reasons come to mind.
She meant well. My friend was only trying to sympathize. Kelly wasn’t the first to say it after she heard about our son. In my younger mothering days, I believed it, too—that I could only be as happy as my least happy child. But now I don’t think it’s true. Content Means Sufficient Because I’m learning…
The number 2,340 is a measure of earnestness, and hope.
“Never despair of a child,” the 19th-century pastor Theodore Cuyler wrote. “The one you weep the most for at the mercy-seat may fill your heart with the sweetest joys.”
And after years of wandering and a heart-rending, spending spree, it looks like a prodigal …