It’s been three years since my last blog post, yet at renewal time, I just couldn’t let my blog go. I was reflecting as to why I needed to hold onto it. I mean I had recently re-read a bunch of my old blog posts and cringed as I read them. I would write them so differently now. A little less preachy, maybe writing in the mess, versus waiting until I had cleaned up the mess. And it’s been three years since I posted! Continue reading “Love & Joy”
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”
I first saw it on Facebook, a new book called “Hands Free Mama: A guide to putting down the phone, burning the to do list, and letting go of perfection to grasp what really matters!” by Rachel Mary Stafford. Just reading the title made me want to turn and run. Both towards the book (because I knew I needed it), and away from it, because I knew that it would be a painful – yet very necessary journey for me to take. Continue reading “Hands Free Mama”
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”
“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”
“If you really were a Christian, you would have tons of kids, stay home and home-school them all”, these words were once spoken to me by a complete stranger at a Women’s Retreat. Even worse – I was dealing with infertility at the time. I reacted by fleeing the scene and practically bursting into tears. Continue reading “Full time Mom, Full time Job”