By: Heidi Jo Fulk
We’re big on traditions in the Fulk home, but one stands out from most other families—Brain Day. It’s one of the biggest remembrance stones in the 14 year marriage and family of Dan and Heidi Jo Fulk—and it’s today.
Thirteen years ago today, I was in an eight hour surgery to have a 2.5 centimeter benign tumor removed from the center of my brain. I was 23, had been married for just 18 months, a first grade teacher for 3 months, and had no idea that was the way I would start either. I also had no idea of the impact and far-reaching effects the privilege of having that tumor would have on my marriage, my family, indeed, my whole life.
By: Kimberly Wager
My son’s eighth birthday party wasn’t the best. He had a birthday meltdown. It wasn’t pretty. There were a lot of contributing factors: too much cake and punch, high expectations. His birthday meltdown was a wake-up call to me that I needed to take a more intentional approach to cultivating gratitude. We used that next year to focus on studying and developing gratitude and I saw real change take place in that little guy.
By Erin Davis
“There’s something wrong with your baby’s kidney.”
I’d heard these words before. Five years earlier, I was lying on a table in an ultrasound room, the image of my tiny baby was on the screen and a doctor was telling me something was wrong.
Romans 8:37-39 … in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
“We are soldiers of the Lord”, I told my children one day. “You mean were going to war mom?” This was the start to a very interesting conversation.
I pen these words the day after a bomber took out an 8-year-old as he waited for his dad to cross the finish line of the Boston marathon. There’s not a single day that I drop my son off at pre-school that I don’t think about Sandy Hook and have to fight the urge to do a U-turn in the school parking lot, bring him home and lock all the doors. Then there are super viruses, bacterial infections, and childhood cancers…It’s enough to make me want to say this desperate prayer all day, every day “Jesus, keep my kids safe. Jesus, keep my kids safe. JESUS, PLEASE KEEP MY KIDS SAFE!”
By Kimberly Wagner
I’m a child of the sixties, was a teen in the seventies, which means I grew up in a pretty radical, revolutionary era. Although much of the ideology was born of rebellion, the belief that our generation could “make a difference” motivated some positive social and cultural changes. Continue reading
By Erin Davis
My kids tickle me pink lately. My three-year-old, Eli, keeps me laughing all day long with his constant major league baseball re-enactments and endless questions of “why?” My one-year-old, Noble, has a new “first” every day. (Today, it was saying the word “grapes.”) Watching him transform from baby to big boy is a thrill. But … I haven’t always felt this way.
Motherhood is tough. That’s an understatement! Let me try again — motherhood is like running a marathon uphill in your church shoes (because your toddler used your sneakers as playmates in a recent game of hide-and-seek). When looking at the big picture, being a mom looks pretty great, but navigating life among endless dirty diapers, discipline hurdles, potty training, and runny noses can choke out the joy of parenting pretty easily. Continue reading