Name tags as a symbol of belonging

name tags

Little A just adores her name tag at our church.  We have a wonderful woman in our congregation who calligraphs beautiful name tags for anyone who wants one.  They are so much nicer than the type you find at workshops or events, where everyone scribbles their name with a marker onto a sticker.  We do have those available for first time visitors, but then if they put a request in the book, the next week (usually) there will be a calligraphy name tag available for them in a protective sleeve with a string to loop around your neck.  Little A has put a pink chalice sticker on hers to personalize it even more.  She stares at it adoringly when she first puts it on each week.  It brightens my heart to watch.

My two middle daughters both played soccer two years ago when they were in 7th and 8th grades.  One of the other moms arranged to have hoodies made up for all the girls with their last names and their player numbers on them in the school colors.  My girls (since they share a last name) also got their first initials to better differentiate them.  I nearly cried.

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My son’s tender heart {Thankful Thursday}

Today I struggled with coming up with a topic for today’s post. I started my day by opening up a bill in excess of $1000 that I was totally not expecting. That put me in a sour mood, so I put off writing. I wanted an authentic gratitude post, not one that felt forced. I went about my day, washing dishes, knitting a Christmas present, supervising kids after school, and then attending E’s and A’s school concert. Eventually, I realized that my inspiration for today was that my son is a very kind-hearted and generous boy. Continue reading “My son’s tender heart {Thankful Thursday}”

Love is expensive?

love is expensive

I was reading a post on Facebook by Sharon Astyk (here is her quiet-for-now blog) who used a personal example of a crisis in her life to explain that we really don’t understand our fellow countrymen right now, and we are only just now realizing we have been completely miscommunicating for a long time.  That we need to sit down and really listen to discover how our neighbors see the world because it might be radically different than we do.  In the comments (I know, never read the comments, but her Facebook friends are generally very respectful), someone remarked, “We all desperately want to be “read” by others, and (at least for me) it’s so hard to get past innate self-centeredness and lack of communication skills. And yeah, a neighbor could be all the things we fear. Love is stronger than fear, but is expensive. But why else are we here? We’re all so needy and broken.”  Love is expensive.  Is it? Continue reading “Love is expensive?”