by Janel Breitenstein | Jul 14, 2017 | Africa, challenging, difficulty, discouragement, emotion, encouragement, faith
It’s very possible I’m showing my age with this. But remember One Fine Day with George Clooney and Michelle Pfeiffer? He’s Jack, popular reporter and ladies’ man; she’s Melanie, overprotective single mother. Of course, they’re starting to fall in love. At one point:...
by Janel Breitenstein | Jul 11, 2017 | challenging, children, difficulty, discouragement, encouragement, enduring love, motherhood, Parenting
Hey. I don’t know how you found time to read this. But then again, it’s possible you were hoping for a sliver of personal time. (The short people in your house are maybe sleeping.) Maybe you wanted to be reminded you’ll make it through this. Um, and that...
by Janel Breitenstein | Jul 7, 2017 | Africa, challenging, difficulty, discouragement, emotion, encouragement, faith, fear, Home and Hospitality
Well—we did it. We got on the plane. After four months of playing some crazy game show of “Pack, Trash, Sell or Give?” with all our stuff ad nauseam, settling our respective work into trustworthy hands, and enough heartrending goodbyes that at the end my...
by Janel Breitenstein | Jul 4, 2017 | challenging, closeness and intimacy, difficulty, discouragement, emotion, encouragement, faith, time alone with God
Recently I sat with a friend who’s undergone such remarkable suffering over short years. I should tell you: She’ll be the first one to respond with hope. But I can also tell that what she has is faith, not answers. I can see question marks curling around, pointing her...
![A Mountain of [Surprising] Reasons to Get Our Kids Outdoors this Summer (…and Maybe Follow Them)](https://www.janelbreitenstein.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/awesome-reasons-to-get-kids-outside-819x1024-scaled.jpg)
by Janel Breitenstein | Jun 30, 2017 | children, Family, kids, practical, relationships, simplicity, time alone with God, time together
In all honesty, with my house still lined with cardboard moving boxes, camping was not at the top of my priority. When my dad burst into a rendition of a song entitled (I kid you not) “We’re Going Camping Now!”, I admit to replying with a chipper, “Whether we like it...
