My two sons are in their early twenties now, and looking back, I can see more clearly what mattered most during their teen years—and it wasn’t what I expected. As my boys grew older, I had to learn something new about love. There was a season when loving them felt simple and obvious. They sat in my lap while I

I’ve read every parenting book out there—or at least, it sure felt that way. Yet still, I ended most days wondering if I was failing my kids. Then one afternoon, in a moment of defeat, I glanced at a simple farmhouse sign on my wall: Love never fails. That was the reminder I needed—because there really is one parenting strategy that never

“You don’t have to have it all figured out right now.” The eyes of four young men, two of them my sons and the other two my nephews,  locked their eyes on me as I spoke. There was a rare silence in the room from this typically rowdy bunch. Then, the oldest cut through the quiet moment with a statement