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…
There it was.
Carved in wood.
The evidence could not be denied.
My niece, Anna, dropped her kids off at school and then went home to clean up a bit. She removed a hairbrush, school papers, and yesterday’s jewelry from her dresser. And there it was. She couldn’t believe her eyes.
A nail.
And a name. Read more…
I wanted to climb into the mailbox where I had just dropped in my manuscript and get it out! But I wouldn’t fit.
My son was in middle school when I decided to write the book, Being a Great Mom, Raising Great Kids
. (The words Middle School should give you a heads up that this is not going to be good.) Steven had always been such an easy child to raise. Read more…
(Congratulations to Linda and Tammy Jo. Winners of the Starbucks gift cards from the comments of the last blog post,
Steve, Steven, and I pulled up our chairs at a cowboy barbecue in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. It was a ho-down sure ‘nough. About 500 of us pretend cow pokes sidled up to paper covered tables with steaming plates of chow. Read more…
They walk ahead of me.
A man I’ve known for thirty-four-years.
A man I’ve known for thirty.
One I spied at a college Bible study.
Sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.
Dressed in scruffy jeans and a red flannel shirt with
the sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms.
A well-worn Bible opened in his lap. Read more…