“In order to be a mentor, and an effective one, one must care. You must care. You don’t have to know how many square miles are in Idaho, you don’t need to know what is the chemical makeup of chemistry, or of blood or water. Know what you know and care about the person, care…
Category: Small Group
Things I wish my middle-schoolers knew…
The church and I only have them, on average, four hours a week. That leaves one hundred and sixty eight hours for someone, or something, else to fill. Weekly: 4 versus 168. Monthly: 16 versus 672. Yearly: 208 versus 8,736. The enormity of that difference is frightening. Who or what is filling those hours? The…
Mean girls
“Well, I ain’t a mean girl But I’ve known a few They’ll make you cry, baby And then blame it on you They’ll hate you if you’re pretty They’ll hate you if you’re not They’ll hate you for what you lack, baby Then they’ll hate you for what you’ve got…” (Sugarland) My daughter is two…
Let’s talk about…
Parents, wake up. Yes, I am talking to you. What do I know? Who cares that I have a large piece of paper hanging in a frame on my wall. That was years and years of books and other children that are nothing like your child, right? Yes, my children are still enamored with the Mickey…
To my middle-schoolers…
To my precious (crazy, loud, dramatic, sweet, energetic) sixth graders… Did I say loud? (I thought toddlers were loud, but that was before I was locked in a room with a bunch of middle-schoolers. A bunch of middle-school girls really.) First of all, it is a privilege to be in your lives. I expect to…
To my fifth graders…
I think as humans we all feel that sometimes we are just not making a difference the way we are supposed to. I know some of you already feel that way at such a young age. Guess what? I feel like that at times, too. So here is a little secret, one some of you…
Like jazz
“There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing. They hang there, the stars, like notes on a page of music, free-form verse, silent mysteries swirling in the blue like jazz. And as I lay there, it occurred to me that God is up there…