As 2006 rolled around, Chris and I felt led to get some training in order to counsel parents more effectively. We were both accepted into Dallas Theological Seminary and looked forward to entering their Master’s in Biblical Counseling program starting in the summer. In the meantime, Mark had taken a position with a Parenting Center [...]
The PBD Story
Part 14: The First Class
At the first parenting class, twenty-five people came. Chris and I shared our story and how the principles were changing our family dynamic. As we recounted our journey with the group, emotions bubbled up to the surface as I choked back my tears. There was something about being vulnerable with the group that was both [...]
Part 13: Moving Forward
We arrived home and settled into a new routine. During our second phone session with Lee, he had some surprising and exciting news. “I’m moving to Dallas next month.” Lee’s mother had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and he wanted to move his family closer to her. We were thrilled for his family to move closer [...]
Part 12: Baptized
After returning home from Parent’s Weekend, we had our weekly phone conversation with Bob. “I want to be baptized” he said. You cannot imagine how wonderful it was to hear those words! It communicated everything I’d hoped for—repentance, restoration, renewal. Two weeks later we watched as Bob professed his faith in Christ and was baptized [...]
Part 11: Lord, I am Willing

Bob came home for the Christmas break and things went smoothly. As spring arrived, it looked like he was on target for coming home at the end of the school year. We kept up with Bob’s progress through phone counseling appointments with Lee. Bob still had some work to do, but Lee was encouraged by [...]
Part 10 – Just Friends
As we headed into the holidays, I was a little nervous. Bob would be coming home for a few days during Thanksgiving–the first time he’d been home since he left for Shelterwood in July. Old fears bubbled back to the surface. How would he handle the temptations that came with being in his old stomping [...]


