Saturday Confession: But I Want the Bedbugs to Bite

Saturday Confession: But I Want the Bedbugs to Bite

Okay, so don’t take the title literally. I’m thinking of the nighttime ritual I have spoken with the kids as a contest for over ten years. It started with our son, almost 17, and then our daughter, nearly 12. “Sweet dreams, don’t let the bedbugs bite, goodbye!” That’s our thing. We would pray after tucking…

Saturday Confession: Loaves, Fishes, Questions and Kickers

Saturday Confession: Loaves, Fishes, Questions and Kickers

Matthew 16: At this they began to argue with each other because they hadn’t brought any bread. Jesus knew what they were saying, so he said, “You have so little faith! Why are you arguing with each other about having no bread? Don’t you understand even yet? Don’t you remember the 5,000 I fed with…

Saturday Confession: That Face

Saturday Confession: That Face

I’ve mentioned here and there that we have a child with what we deem minor special needs. Her first year was critical and much has stabilized. As she’s maturing, I’ve been preparing myself to watch for new things. Already lab results have changed and we have a new specialist to call. It would be easy…