Years ago it was normal to respect differences of opinion. It was fine for each of my friends to think "our" way was the best and not be offended or feel discriminated against. We respected each other's "house rules".
A Mother Worth Mentioning
Mother's Day Saturday, May 7, 2016 What her eyes saw – lack and death– suddenly did not matter. Her heart saw the reality of God’s faithful and protective hand in her life. Mothering becomes more difficult when a husband isn’t in the picture. In the past two weeks, I’ve been struck by the mother in …
My Kids Need To Grow Up!
Repost from Tuesday, May 17, 2016 I looked at the woman reading peacefully under the tree at the park. Her kids were old enough to play by themselves and by the sound of it, were having a great time. Thoughts of envy blared in my head. “I can’t wait until these two are old enough …
The Push and The Pull of Raising Kids
Repost from Friday, June 17, 2016 One Saturday morning instead of running into your arms, your young daughter runs onto the couch to watch her morning cartoon. You shrug your shoulders and get her breakfast. The next week the same thing happens. You begin to notice a decrease in the amount of times that she …
Life’s a Breeze…or Is It A Gust of Wind?
Repost from Jan 24, 2017 My last post was June of last year. Seven months ago. I feel like I've been to the moon and back. You ever felt like you were caught up in a Kitchen Aid mixer set to medium high? Once turned off, life is a new mix. Am I truly back …
Ages and Stages Pt 2
Who Holds the Trump Card: God or Me? (repost from May 26, 2014) My 15 year old is a talented drummer, and loves to play basketball. It has been a rule that each child must play any instrument as well as two years of piano/basic theory which I can teach them myself. As a result, …
Ages and Stages Pt 1
As I transition out of my old blog site I will be re-posting old posts for new readers!' This is the first post from the blog series: Ages and Stages. May 17, 2014 Have you ever been so exhausted that you stood at the gas pump and stared at the instructions—as if you’d never put …
The Shoes I Couldn’t Fill
Repost from - Tuesday, March 22, 2016 The exhilaration of home educating my kids had dissipated. My husband and I were doing full-time ministry on a part-time schedule. The bottom level of our townhouse was being renovated to add a needed bedroom and the 911 attack was fresh in my mind. My outlook on life …
Saying Goodbye to the end of life….
Every cell in my body grieves the ensuing loss of the familiar. My mind races forward. No more fresh off the pan grilled cheese. Or spontaneous lunch outings to our favorite pizza place. No more me being the first person to say, “Good job!”