Do you ever feel discouraged in your parenting? Are you sowing seeds of godliness in your children, but can't see any fruit? Take heart, Momma, faithful parents of today, bring fruitful children of tomorrow. Read More on the blog. Link Below
Despite the praise my parents poured into me, I never felt assured. Outwardly I appeared confident, but inwardly I was a complete mess. After years of telling myself I wasn’t good enough, smart enough, skinny enough or “fill-in-the-blank” enough, I began believing I’d never be enough for myself or anyone else. Our key verse, Isaiah 64:8, declares we are intentionally and purposefully sculpted: “But now, O LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.” God views us as His work of art — His masterpiece.
Yes! I made it with only five miles left to go until empty. Blinking , yellow gas warning, you will not get the best of me. Probably not the wisest decision considering my four and two-year-old were in the car with me at the time. But, wake a baby from a nap on an eight-hour… Continue reading Running on Empty
“Are you serious? Who doesn’t like Christmas?” asked my incredulous husband, the man who sings Christmas Carols in his sleep the day after Thanksgiving. My brain was already in overdrive thinking about everything I needed to accomplish over the holidays. “I never said I didn’t like Christmas; it just isn’t my favorite time of year… Continue reading Finding Joy in the Joyous time of the Year
I recently heard a talk by Sherry Turkle called Connected, But Alone?, which made me think . . . why do we hide behind our phones, texting instead of calling? Why do we meet people at Starbucks or Panera Bread instead of inviting them over to our house? (Yep, you read correctly -- “invite, house” -- those words, practically foreign to us these days.) Why do we freely share opinions through our Facebook status but can barely manage a conversation for more than five minutes face-to-face?
After a six day vacation away with my husband, I was thrilled to see my girls when we arrived home. Nothing warms the heart like two little ones screaming your name and jumping in your arms to give you the biggest hugs and kisses. But like the pains of childbirth, quickly forgotten when your baby… Continue reading When Only Momma will Do
Although I appreciate a clean house and a clean car, I have never been one to regularly give anything the “white glove treatment.” When friends say, “I just can’t sleep if there are dishes in the kitchen sink,” I used to think they needed to take a strong “chill pill.” However, after my first child… Continue reading No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk
Let me tell ya somethin’ -- I am a MAJOR grudge holder and scorekeeper, like about EVERYTHING. Okay, I feel a lot better now that I have gotten that out. I believe I have always been this way, “tit for tat.” I am the second child, so I grew up thinking that, naturally, my parents loved my brother more and always gave him special treatment. (joking .… Continue reading It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to
Let me tell ya somethin’ . . . I am a hoarder who likes to purge. HA! -- is that even a real thing?!? I like to think so, because like most things in my life, I live in extremes. I am not sure when it started but remember as a little girl loving “stuff,” lots of… Continue reading But it was 99% off
When I was a little girl my parents used to watch a lot of British TV -- who are we kidding, they still watch a lot of British TV! In fact, I am not sure if my mom realizes that America also makes television shows. Nevertheless, a show they often watched was called Keeping Up Appearances. Even as a kid I thought… Continue reading Keeping Up Apperances