Take them camping
In August of 2021, my husband and I had made the executive decision to take our family camping. Just me, him, our twelve- and six-year-old daughters and our five-year-old son.
Building Athletes on a Foundation of Christ
My husband and I have always been very passionate about sports even as kids. I was a three sport athlete in high school and played some in college. Skyler played football in high school and went on to also play in a semi professional league. We understood the value that sports could bring to the lives of the players so we have always agreed to encourage our children to play them.
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Hell Hour
You would think that after seventeen years we would have a well-planned, foolproof morning routine down, but in accordance with the messy, chaotic lifestyle we live, that is not the case. Which is why most mornings, in the Hoffman household, between the hours of 7:00 am and 8:00 am is frequently referred to as ‘Hell hour.’ Few things in this world test my Christian side more than this particular time frame on a Monday through Friday between the months of August and May.
Fathered by the Fatherless
What kind of dad did you have growing up? I hope he was the engaging kind. The kind that pretended you were an airplane and made you feel like you could fly higher than the world. The kind that coached your little league team and asked you to come throw a ball with him in
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How it started
They say smell is the best trigger for memories.
I don’t know what it looked like or felt like or smelled like the first time you were introduced to Jesus, but for me it was in a dimly lit hallway, in the basement of my grandparent’s church with a woman who’s name I can’t recall today. But I do remember the smell. Mothballs. She was an older woman. At least 65. Short hair that was mostly silver, but scattered throughout the curls, some of the silver strands had long since lost their shine and were now a pale white.
I once was lost
In the years that followed my relationship with God was…well shallow at best. Truth was, I had become stagnant in my faith and content in my sin. No. Content isn’t the right word. Lavished in my sin is more like it. I flaunted it. I adorned myself with it as if it were a badge of honor that should be shared proudly with the world. Unapologetically me.
But Now I’m Found
He was alive. PRAISE GOD! He was alive. He actually managed to walk away from the whole accident with nothing more than some serious scrapes and bruises.Well, some serious scrapes and bruises and a whole new outlook on life. Though we didn’t talk about it much, we were both very aware of how close we