Here’s my latest roundup of noteworthy reads online:
“These Bombs Led Me to Christ,” testimony of the “Napalm girl” from the famous picture. HT to Challies.
God Understands Hard, Thankless Parenting, HT to True Woman. “For those of us who feel undone by the various losses of motherhood, we take comfort in a God who grieves with us and for us. Scripture gives us vivid pictures of how God understands the brokenhearted parent.”
When Mommy Grows Up, HT to Challies.
“Mom, I’m Such a Sinner!” HT to Challies. “God’s grace brings moments into our children’s lives, as He does in ours, when they feel just how bad sin is. It’s never pretty. A wise parent works with the Holy Spirit’s conviction without minimizing the sting of its pain. As we guide our children’s spiritual development, we agree with truth while bringing balance to emotion.”
50 Good Mental Health Habits, HT to Challies.
Jesus and Joysticks: What the Church Should Stop Making Fun of Video Gamers. HT to Challies.
The Oldest, Most Ignored Social Media Command, HT to Challies.
Have a Heart on Social Media. HT to True Woman. “When you log onto social media and see your favorite tribe picking up pitchforks over the latest cause for offense… pause before you join in. Consider that, as rewarding as it feels to be part of a mob, your goal should be to build up — not one up — your brothers and sisters in the Lord.”
The Perennial Gen, a blog for mid-lifers, is focused on caregiving and the “sandwich generation” this month. They’ve had some great posts so far that I can solidly identify with.
I’ve seen a lot of online friends talk about opening their windows this time of year. I’ve thought, either they don’t have allergies or they don’t have much pollen where they live. A friend here opened her windows one night and then had to wipe yellow pollen dust off every surface in her home the next day. Someone posted this on Twitter, and it makes me sneezy just to watch it.
Barbara, I just read the story of the running girl in the napalm attack. Triumphant to say the least. God bless her! I am speechless, mostly, but her story is inspiring, encouraging…I have no words, just praise for God and thanks.
Tell me…who sprayed the napalm? Was it us? I know, I can look it up. But I don’t want to.
I’m not sure who did – even though I lived through that time, I have forgotten a lot about it.