He ironed. I watched.
I stood in the door frame of my guest room, watching my nephew Jonathan iron the wrinkles out of his crumpled shirt and the creases out of his crumpled heart. He’d stopped by for a visit on his way to a wedding in my hometown, and his clothes were a mess. He ironed and talked. Read more…
I like instant. I like brewed coffee in a minute or less. I like microwaved leftovers in 45 seconds or less. I like instant text, instant on-line shopping, and instant movies at the click of a button.
I’m not a fan of process but would rather have immediate results. One of my favorite words in the New Testament is “immediately.”
I watched a gaggle of eight-year-olds play a game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey. One was blindfolded, spun around in circles, and then pointed in the direction of a donkey posted on the wall. As she made her way toward where she thought the donkey was waiting, her friends yelled out which way she should go.
“Move to the right!”
“Move to the left!”
“You’re getting cold!”
“Now you’re getting warmer!’
“Go up a little!”
Some of the voices intentionally tried to mislead her, Read more…
Harper and I were having a visit on Facetime. This five-year-old bundle of love, my niece’s daughter, was telling me all about her Guinea pig, Skitters. Skitters was her new best friend. He went down the sliding board with her, nibbled on baby carrots at tea parties across from her, and nestled in the mini stroller in front of her during walks. Read more…
Have you ever felt God nudging you to do a specific work for Him and thought, I’m just not qualified! Oh girl, I’ve felt that way just about every time I’ve said “yes” when my knocking knees said “run.” And you know what what? Sometimes those feelings of being unqualified don’t go away once we start moving in the obedience direction. Read more…
Timing is everything. How many times have I heard that? How many times have I heeded that? Hmmm. Those two answers are not the same. Sometimes I speak up when I need to keep silent.
When Steven was about seven years old we went snow skiing. For hours I instructed him how to stand up, ski down, and get up once he fell. Read more…
Have you ever said something you wished you could take back? Silly question. We all have. But
I remember taking my son, Steven, to an amusement park just before he began fourth grade. It was hot, the lines were long, and I began to feel queasy from being gyrated and jerked to sudden stops from 60 miles per hour. Read more…
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms in my blog family. Motherhood is one of the most rewarding jobs on earth…but it’s not easy. If it were, it wouldn’t start with something called “labor!” At the end of this post, you’ll see a lovely printable to remind you of just how important your role as a mom is, not only to your children, Read more…
Last night a group of friends gathered to watch the Super Bowl. The guys watched the game in my friend’s basement man cave. The girls gathered in the den.
The game was on, but we didn’t really watch very much of it. The conversation mainly focused on kids and grandkids.
At one point, my husband emerged from the cave and squeezed in beside me on the couch. Read more…
What will little girls think about their bodies? Their beauty? Their worth? So much depends on us.
One of the most important statement I make in my book, The Power of a Woman’s Words is this: “” That is a daunting thought.
My niece, Anna, posted about a poignant moment with her eight year old daughter on Facebook, Read more…