
Parenthood: The Business Of “Ruining Lives!”
Rolling eyes.
Groans of agony.
Stomping feet.
Pouting lips.
Whiny “whys?”
Rolling eyes.
Groans of agony.
Stomping feet.
Pouting lips.
Whiny “whys?”
Remember the first time you dreamed of getting married? For girls it was early on, most likely around their 5th or 6th birthday. A little girl would have the entire day mapped out- what her dress would look like, who would attend the wedding, what the groom’s name would be, and on and on.
This is an absolute hysterical guest post by my good friend Bruce Humphrey. He serves as the high school pastor at Mount Pleasant Christian Church in Greenwood, Indiana. He is married with 2 sons. You can follow him on Twitter or check out his blog here. You can also check out the last post he wrote for Confessions by clicking here.
We pray for our children. A lot, actually!
In this crooked and messed up world our prayers can, at times, become quite desperate.
I have to admit- my kids are some of the funniest people on the planet.
Stay-At-Home moms have it hard, let’s be honest!
Darkness drapes the fall land as an array of miniature football players, Selena Gomez look-alikes, and popular TV personalities wander out with empty bags in search of sugary comfort. That’s right, it’s Halloween night! Suddenly, our usual quiet street is densely populated by families, clusters of pre-teens, and neighbors visiting with one another.
It’s 7:16 am and I’m standing by my garage door.