We live in a college town, with two state universities close by, as well as New St. Andrew’s College. So we have lots of college students in our community and in our church. Over the years I have talked to many college girls, and their questions usually have to do with four things: Dad, guys, roommates, or (if they are seniors and it is the spring) future plans. (Funny how it is seldom about school!) So with the fall coming, and with the students due to arrive in our small town in just a very few weeks, I thought I would put together a few tips for parents who are sending their daughters off to college. Later I’ll write another post for the daughters.
Tip Number One: Make sure you are sending your daughter off on a good note and with a full tank. Dads seldom understand the impact they have on their kids, especially on their daughters. Daughters who are sent off to college with a low tank will be looking in all the wrong places to get it filled. You don’t want your daughter to arrive on the scene too eager for male attention. If she is, she will get it, and it will be all the wrong kind. You can spot these girls (we call them needy buckets) by the way they hang on the guys, by the way they dress, by the way they hang around. Make sure this is not your daughter. Continue reading ‘So Your Daughter’s Going Off to College’
I love the way my husband writes, so I thought I’d just post up one of his good ones from a recent post over on BlogMablog:
“We are born casting sidelong glances, and worldliness is a sin that depends upon the sidelong glance. The devil nurtures the sidelong glance like it was his own precious child, which it actually is, and whenever the Holy Spirit comes upon one, He kills it dead.”
Given that Bekah has loved fabric for as long as I have known her, it is just delightful that she has been given the opportunity to design her own line for Timeless Treasures. In anticipation of this, she has used some of their fabric to design some adorable little-girl slippers. Take a peek over at Bekah’s blog and see for yourself!
One of the tricky moves parents have to master is how to say no to invitations for their children. Actually, saying no is not the problem. The problem is how to do it without hurting feelings, giving offense, or feeling guilty about it.
Let’s say someone is having a birthday party, and your four-year-old (or six or eight or ten-year-old) is invited. Let’s also say that you know that the home has different standards than yours when it comes to humor, movies, or even the way they speak to one another. Or you may have good reason to think that the kids are not going to be well supervised. Whatever the reason, you don’t have a good vibe about it, and you know that your four-year-old is not wise enough to navigate his way through the possibilities. All he knows is that there will be cake and lots of it. Or, he may not want to go because the boy whose birthday they are celebrating is a mean kid. Continue reading ‘Sending Regrets’
Canonwired has branched out and asked me (yes, me!) to answer some questions. So Doug and I sat in our living room a couple of weeks ago and chatted about this and that while our friends at Canonwired tried their best to make us look good. If you’d like to see how it came out, look here and you’ll see. And you can even send in questions for me to answer on video instead of in print.
Now that I’ve officially sailed out and gotten involved in a discussion about taking the Lord’s name in vain, I feel that I am rather obligated to say something else . . . lest anyone infer things about what I meant. As I cruised through the comment section I began to be a bit afraid that perhaps I had misjudged my audience.
Quite honestly, I read the comments all in a lump so I hope I’m not being too pointed about any one particular person. I don’t actually have any one person in mind. But the vibe I was getting was that actually this is a crowd comprised of a lot of people who perhaps need to loosen up a smidgeon. Yes, as I said before, I know for a fact that there are people out there who need to tighten it up. But then again . . . as my father is so fond of saying . . . there’s a ditch on both sides of the road. And at the risk of now appearing to be obnoxiously contrarian, I am now about to turn and say a word to the other ditch.
There’s a very real danger of getting downright pharisaical about this. The impulse to fence the law is as old as dirt – and Christ was always rather pointed in His rebukes of this practice. God gave us the law, and that was good enough. We don’t need to embellish it, add to it, fancy it up, or make it too complicated. Continue reading ‘Two More of My Cents’
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