Do you know those moments when you’re faced with your own brokenness and failures? Other than my daily flops and flounderings in mommying, nothing makes me face this more than a good ‘ol argument with my husband. We don’t argue often anymore (our first few months as Mr. and Mrs. were a bit of a doozy), but there are still times when we completely miscommunicate. This happened recently. We felt and saw the same situation totally differently and ended...
My girls and I have been memorizing Isaiah 53:6 this week in anticipation of Easter. We’ve been talking about what it means to go astray from God and how we all do it! God is so good and isn’t okay with losing his wandering sheep. He loves us so much He planned for Jesus to lay down His life in order to take the punishment for our sins. Here’s a coloring page you can work through with your kids...
My husband texted me a simple question while he was at dance class with our girls last Saturday morning: “Would you be okay if I went to play golf this afternoon?” Our two-month-old was going through a bit of a growth spurt and I didn’t get great sleep the night before. I was also feeling a little emotional, and my head hurt from all the wonderful blooming going on outside. I felt I should say “yes,” because that’s what a...
More from my middle child (If you missed the first installment, you can check it out here): . . . Anna: “My little girl needs to be feeded. She likes her mommy’s bottle.” (And proceeds to sit on the rocking chair next to mine and nurse her baby just like mommy). . . . Anna: “What’s that smell in the air? Oh, I forgot. It’s my baby. She pooped in her diaper.” (Three year olds love the word “poop.”)...
I probably shouldn’t write blog posts when I’m sleep deprived and occasionally have trouble remembering my new son’s name, not to mention the time I last fed him (don’t worry–he’ll remind me). But if I cannot let the Bible and its good news speak in even the most stressful of times, then when will it speak? You know the saying “too blessed to be stressed”? Yeah, that’s cute, but I’m more like this: I’m a little tense these days,...
In 2000, I had graduated and completed four years at a wonderfully small Christian college (Gardner-Webb University), full of cherished friends, late-night talks, movie nights with lots of M&M’s . . . and, oh, a wonderful education too. But they didn’t let me stay once I finished my degree, so I was cruelly catapulted into the real world of student loans, work, and living in the dark corner of my parent’s unfinished basement. For me, this was a recipe...
