Just this week, in fact on the same day, my background of growing up in Minnesota really stuck out to me. Neither of them were a big deal, just small little reminders that even though I grew up in Minnesota, I’m now an Illinoisan. And my kids, though some were born in Minnesota, will probably consider Illinois their home, just like I consider Minnesota mine.

Lately, it seems, there’s been a constant reminder (through song) about how, maybe, some things last forever. Luke Combs sings, “A love like that makes a man have second thoughts…maybe some things last forever after all” while the cast of Frozen 2 sings, “Some things never change…and I'm holding on tight to you.” That’s an interesting contrast to the constantly changing world we often see around us.

I love each and every one of my kids equally. I feel like I should start with that. But not all of my kids were the result of our plans. And what I mean by that, despite the fairly consistent 2.5 years between my kids age, we all know that you can’t usually plan those things out perfectly. From the firstborn, and especially to the last, each child came on God’s schedule and I wouldn’t change it for anything. And I would never call any child an ‘accident’, but, to be honest, we only planned on having 4 kids. Now, for those that don’t know, I have five children, four boys followed by a girl.

Apparently cancel culture is a growing trend that can’t be ignored. It seems like every day more and more books, movies, magazines and even people are getting cut out of our lives. And I feel like it’s gotten to the point that I can’t just scroll past it. So I finally took some time to see what was going on.