A Six-year-old’s Prayer for Terrorists

This morning, I was driving my six-year-old daughter to school, and she said, “Daddy, what are we going to talk about?” As morbid as it may seem, I decided to talk to her about what to do if she’s in a situation where someone is shooting a gun in her school. She wanted to know what kind of person would do that, and I told her that it’s the kind of person whose heart is full of Satan.

Suggestion for a Simple Prayer

The other night, I was putting my daughters down to bed, and my oldest girl said, “Daddy, can you stay in here for a few minutes?” “It’s getting late,” I said, “and you need to go to sleep.” “Daddy,” she said, looking like she was going to cry, “I missed you all day at school, but I didn’t realize it until now.”

Finding Joy in the Midst of Anxiety

A couple of weeks ago, there was an unexpected turn of events in my life that knocked the wind out of me.  At first, it agitated me; then agitation turned into anxiety, and anxiety turned into a low-grade feeling of panic.  I didn’t have a lot of control over the circumstances, and every moment I left things unresolved, it weighed on me more heavily.  

Grieving Loss on Facebook

When I signed up for Facebook in 2008, I saw it as a way to connect with old friends and keep up with the self-affirming things everyone was posting about themselves. What I did not expect was that Facebook would become a place where people worked through life-and-death issues. But then Nan Taylor died.