The One Prayer Your Child Needs Most This Year
What matters most is not the grade that comes home on the report card. It is not perfect attendance or perfect behavior.
What matters most is not the grade that comes home on the report card. It is not perfect attendance or perfect behavior.
I went through a horrible period of panic/anxiety attacks when I was a young mom. And the worst part of it all was that I thought God was punishing me.
I have felt like there is not enough of me to go around. I feel stressed to the max with no room to wiggle. I am starting to feel like I can’t breathe.
When my husband and I met with our pastor for one of our pre-marital counseling sessions, the pastor turned to me and asked, “Have you cried?”
The truth is, whether we like it or not, depression is a weapon from the enemy, and it’s more common than we think. We are not alone.
How can we converse with God and the people around us if our eyes are on our phones and devices? The answer is we can’t! Someone is getting ignored.
Our God is an amazingly diverse, creative healer, redeemer, and lover of our hearts. Let’s never put Him in a box, but allow Him to set us free.
Although things shifted financially (or at least they appeared to through my eyes), the mindset of money dictating what we wanted prevailed.
My 12-year-old kept saying over and over, whilst shoveling food into his mouth, “Mom, this is so good. It’s just so good.” That’s how you know it is really good.
Each curriculum I have chosen can take my kids all the way through high school. Every family’s interests are different and that’s the joy of homeschooling.
We have transitioned more times than I can count over the last 10 years, but this one has by far been the hardest…emotionally, physically, spiritually.
I wish that I could tell you that this self-induced scenario was the peak of my embarrassing moments…truth be told, my life has been a series of embarrassing moments.
In my mind, I thought, “Does God actually care about how I discipline them in this specific situation? Does He really care?”
I have been known to drive 45 minutes one way to hang out, drink coffee, and write. It fuels me. And I always take advantage of the long drives.
I didn’t want to be pregnant just yet. I didn’t really even like kids. I wanted to pursue my career. So, as you can imagine, those first few weeks of pregnancy were rough.
Between doing this so spontaneously, getting honked at for my abrupt U-turn, and letting what seemed to be an overly eager stranger into my car, I was feeling a little awkward.
I had to be open-minded. My high school friends weren’t at college with me to be my “fallbacks.” There was no “comfort zone” for me.
I have recently noticed that my bad days of body shame do not just pop out of nowhere. They start with something silly and small.
As difficult as it is for Christians to understand, people fall away. It is the most tragic of circumstances to abandon the faith.
I felt a knot in my stomach causing tears to well up from inside the deepest pits of my spirit. What was wrong with me? There had to be a problem.
They had grown so big and beautiful. Of the three or four that I cut out, two of them had fruit growing on them. But the reason I removed them was for the better of the whole plant.
If we have some good morning habits, our day will be better. I almost feel like I am setting myself up for success when I do these 6 things every morning.
Prior to attending public school, I had not been exposed to racially charged slurs and/or remarks. Stepping onto the schoolyard, I was in for a surprise of my life…
I lay awake at night wondering if I’m doing the right thing or completely messing them up forever. The words of the Bible-study mom ring in my ears, “You can’t keep them in a bubble forever!”
