I loved my elementary school counselor. She was sweet, gentle, and compassionate. However, in her office, I remember my first official secular education on self-confidence. But if was years before I even comprehended that self-confidence is a clearly secular teaching. And … Read More
Walking through a parking lot with four young children invites countless opportunity for irreversible mishaps. I only have two hands. And so, I balance the diaper bag, my purse, and Leesy on one arm. And then with my other hand, … Read More
Behind the plastered smile lays the real FEARS, ANXIETIES,and STRUGGLES. I ignore them, and instead of God interrupting my sinful heart, hypocracy invades my sinful heart. And I fool myself into thinking that plastered smile is real. I bury my HURT. I bury my … Read More
The Mistake Any sain individual would have been hysterical at the absurdity in our household. Over cookies. Mike, unfortunately, had a day that involved inside-out underwear, no lunch and a large pile of work issues. He had a bad day. And … Read More
Leesy captivates my heart…. She says Mama and Dadda. But I really love it when she squeals Gotcha! Eli was sitting in his favorite chair. She climbed up on his lap, touched his face, and then gave him a big hug. … Read More
The Fever Zaiah has 103.6 fever. My mind immediately reverts back to a year ago – when our children couldn’t stay well. Before we completely conquered one illness, a different sickness would penetrate our household. Six months later, the children finally recuperated. Now, … Read More
Sleep deprivation paralyzes any brain cells my overwhelmed disposition has left intact. Today, I burned Eli’s toast in three consecutive attempts, lost my keys in my pocket, forgot to eat lunch, and broke one of our new glasses. My kids, … Read More
(A follow up from The Baby Gate …) Lack of Ruckus My kids seem to get up extra early on the weekends. Last weekend, they were particularly quiet so I decided to go investigate the reason for their lack of ruckus. I found Eli and Zaiah covered … Read More
Dear Jesus, I always knew you loved me. I knew you carried my burdens. I knew you carried my shame. And I knew you desired to give me life abundant – full of joy, hope, and peace. But I have … Read More
Before children I prided myself on my patience. But the patience required for a young, married woman pares in comparison to the robust patience required to endure endless stickiness, whining, and stinky smells. And after the initial rose colored induction … Read More
