Ever Changing Me
It was a book I threw together. Something quick for Sunday School to teach the lesson in a unique way. Nothing unusual there. My students are always saying, “You never know what’ll happen in Mrs. Daghfal’s class.”
My Rearview Mirror
With a title like that, I guess I could take this many directions. For one, “forgetting what lies behind, but pressing on to what’s ahead.” (Phil. 3:13) After all, it can be dangerous to always have your eyes in that mirror. Bumpers come up fast. On the other hand, with five kids in the car,
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Mothering that Never Grows Old
Parenting can be 24/7. For years. And for much of that time, you labor to work yourself out of the job. But some parts? They never end.
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Kids: Recognizing His Gift at the Heart of the Work
I’m sure you’ve heard it. At least once. “Why isn’t there a Kids’ Day?”
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In Memory of “Where were you…?”
I heard it from my grandmother—the question of her day: Where were you on the attack of Pearl Harbor?
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Arms Outstretched
I ran into a friend today, and I started to cry. No, I didn’t actually run into her—just the figurative collision. But the crying was real.
In with the New
originally written for my “Family Time” Column in Fountain of Life Magazine, Jan/Feb 2016 It seems we are a people who love new beginnings. Turning over a new leaf. Wiping the slate clean. Starting over. Waking up to the dawn of a new day.
When Faith Becomes Visible: The Story of One Woman Who Did Not Forget
It was a moment to cherish. There I sat in her living room watching this precious woman, my grandmother-in-law, play her special version of patty-cake with my fifteen-month-old daughter. I couldn’t understand the words (they were in another language), but the affection was clear. And I knew I was blessed to be there.
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Honoring the Gray Haired–and Those Who Help Them
Kids: they’re kind of my thing. Babies, toddlers,… middle school, high school, college… you get the picture. As a mom, as a teacher, it’s been a natural thing for me to write about. All in my comfort zone. But since when does God let us get comfortable?
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No SuperMom
In honor of Mother’s Day,here’s a post for the other 364 days… [Originally written and published in my Kenosha News “My Turn” column] I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so ugly. At least as far as “dustables” go: Those trinkets you put on your shelf that just sit, collect dust, and look pretty? Well, this