My son was learning to ride a bike without training wheels and visibly upset that he did not master it at the first attempt. I found myself torn between wanting to hold onto the back so he would not fall over. Yet knowing that I needed to let go and let him fall if he was ever going to learn to ride without me running beside him.
My son is 8, and he asks me a lot of questions about God. How do we know that God exists? How did the Bible get written? How can it be that God was never created? What happens to the people that never heard about God? How do you hear God’s voice? Why doesn’t he talk in a voice that everyone can hear?
“Really kid? You’re eight.” So I bought him a book called “801 Questions Kids Ask About God.” His response? “Finally!”, as he ripped the book out of my hands, and ran upstairs to start reading.
At 18 months my oldest daughter started pushing me away. The emotional part of me was crushed. The logical part of me knew that as she was with her Daddy all day, of course she would prefer him. That’s when I heard God whisper two words, “PURSUE HER”. Continue reading “In Pursuit Revisited”
My son was grumbling that it was too hot. Inside I am screaming, “Really? Did we just not have the coldest, snowiest winter ever? It was the polar vortex for goodness sake. Now it’s Memorial Day and 84 and you want to complain? What is the matter with you?” Continue reading “Enjoy This Moment”
Every Mom I know has experienced “Mom Guilt”. That sneaky suspicion that you aren’t do things quite right and that you are going to mess up your kids for life. Continue reading “Mom Guilt”
Imagine my surprise when I found myself pregnant 6 short weeks after suffering a miscarriage. Fast forward and that new life just turned 1! I am in awe of all that God has done in her and through her short life. God told the Israelites to recount their blessings and share them with others…so here goes. Continue reading “Precious Blessings”
I have been watching my 4 year old learn to conquer her fears. It stills this mother’s heart to see her learning to look at her fear, take a step back, and then charge ahead and meet it head on. Continue reading “Do it Afraid!”
We live in a divided house. Our state has two main football teams. Whereas I root for State, my dear husband roots for the BAD team. We also happen to live in the Home Town of said BAD team. Since my son could talk, I have dutifully taught him about the magnificent wonders of State, and recounted all the horrors of the BAD team.
I admit it, I may even have taken advantage of the fact that his favorite color happens to be State’s color. Hey – when you are in enemy territory, you have to pull out all the stops. Continue reading “Learning to Stand”
My husband has one memory of just hanging out with his Dad. One. That is it. He was 11 and they were playing ball. When we first married, I remember how fearful he was that he would turn out to be a Dad like his Dad.
I love that my God is a redeemer of what was lost. Continue reading “I am married to one great Dad”
“I’m a smart girl! I can figure it out!” My (almost) 4 year old daughter proudly exclaimed over and over, as she ran up and down the sidewalk. We had been out for a stroll, and a parked car blocked our path. “Oh no Mommy, what will we do?” she asked. Continue reading “The Power of Words”