Sharon JaynesMarriage, Motherhood, Prayer, Praying for Your Child, Trusting God 70 Comments

Shaping Worries into Prayers

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…

Sharon JaynesDealing with Your Past, Motherhood, When You Don't Like Your Story 34 Comments

Disqualified? Says Who?

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…

Sharon JaynesMotherhood, Power of Words, Relationships 13 Comments

Zip It

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…

Sharon JaynesMarriage, Motherhood, Uncategorized 30 Comments

How to Make Sure Your Husband Doesn’t Feel Like He’s An Afterthought

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…

Sharon JaynesMotherhood 67 Comments

“Just” a Mom? I Don’t Think So!

(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…