Truth. Love. Joy.
I think that it is fairly obvious from scripture that God has an intense and reckless love for children. “And they were bringing children to him that he might touch them, and the disciples rebuked them. But when Jesus saw it, he was indignant and said to them, “Let the children come to me; do
Cravings… We all have them. Chocolate. Ice cream. Pickles. Sushi. When I was pregnant with my first child, I craved chicken nuggets. And not just any kind of chicken nuggets. My strange, estrogen-laden desire could only be satisfied by the ones from McDonalds. Don’t judge me. I couldn’t help it. So it could be 11
Last weekend I enjoyed a conversation with two mothers about how to help our children discover and follow their calling. Let’s just look at the fruit of that conversation and explore how we can help our children find their way toward a vocation. What is our role? How can we help? First ask yourself, “What
“Every child you encounter is a divine appointment.” Wess Stafford From YouTube footage of a teen being whipped with a belt for ‘discipline’ — to famous coaches sexually molesting numerous children over a number of years, the reality of child abuse has reared its ugly head over the last several weeks. I have taken a
Without any self-control and shouted loud enough for the neighbors to hear, if the windows were open, these words flew out of my mouth like hot flames, “You are ungrateful and spoiled! All you do is fight, whine, and complain — I am DONE! Just done with you, BOTH of you!” It was 7:30 in
One of my most favorite times of day is during the evening hours- when the dishes are done, house is picked up ,and I have donned my ‘comfy’ pants. (It’s true. Probably not super stylish, but part of my nightly ritual!) I cuddle in to be with my kids. I breathe…or maybe it is more
(If you received this post via email, be sure to visit our blog today to watch the video.) I was sifting though my email inbox this past week — giving it a little “spring clean” — and came a cross several forwarded emails. Most often they go unopened and are deleted, but today I took
Is it possible I’m actually invisible? I mused as I sat in the “Old Gym”. Never mind the “New Gym” had been constructed 20 years prior. In a community changing at the speed of icebergs, where I sat would forever be known as the “Old Gym”. I felt where I sat – old, tired, unnoticed.
I was getting ready to board a plane, grabbing a coffee from Starbucks which happened to be connected to a Simply Books book store, when the title of this book called my name; That’s My Son: How Moms Can Influence Boys to Become Men of Character, by Rick Johnson – THAT I needed to read!
Holiday Road oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh… Holiday Road oh oh oh, oh oh oh. Last week, our family piled into our car, and headed west. 10 hours west to be exact. We toured South Dakota for the next 5 days before we turned around and headed back the same 10