Twenty-five years ago, I had no idea the intricate fear structure in my soul that influenced my parenting.
There are times when the people most vital to our care cannot give us what we need. It's a painful reality that often shapes our emotional development and taints our self-image.
We can fail and not be failures because God's redeeming work uses raising kids to take us through a journey of personal transformation.
Beauty in the midst of pain. Hardship in the midst of hope. Newness in familiarity. Rest in God as you regain your footing.
Ages and Stages Part 4 Mommy or Me: Who is 1st? (Repost from 2014) I think I was in my upper-twenties when the dawning occurred. "I" had become lost in the role of “Mommy”. The decision to be a stay-at-home mom cost us financially but rewarded us with the certainty that we could completely oversee …
We must turn off our internal speakers, the daily lists, yesterday's marital squabble, and the spirits of hell that steal our peace. In silence is divine rest.
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 …