Resentment stirs as soon as I enter the kitchen.  Most mornings, I hurry to get his juice, banana, and coffee to the table before he comes out his room.  Setting it out before an empty chair seems like I am less a servant, and oddly, easier.  Today, I am late.

A young parent recently emailed me a question about how to handle lying.  His daughter is in grade school, and has been testing the limits recently.  I suspect all kids go through this - or at least all seven of our have!

I am in the process of preparing two workshops for our community's annual homeschool conference the end of March.  In addition to reading, synthesizing, and outlining content for the talks, I'm making lists.

An answer to prayer walked through my door last night - an adult child returned home from a few days away.  I had wrestled with his departure, his destiniation, the unmapped future. His trip forced me to trust in God's love for him as greater than my own.  Forced me to trust in God's love to carry ME through whatever might happen to my son.