When Your Child Asks the Hard Questions
Our kids ask us the hard questions. And while some of those questions I dread hearing, I know it’s good that they ask us – hopefully, it means they know we’re safe, that we’ll tell the truth, and that we…
When You’re the Oldest Mom in the Pre-School Drop Off
I’ve got a birthday coming up. The big 3-9. An age that can no longer be classified as “mid-30s,” and is one slippery year away from the once-dreaded 40. Mostly, I’m fine with that. I haven’t worried too much about…
Have You Ever Wanted to Memorize Scripture?
I wanted to be able to know God’s word so well, to have it ingrained in my heart and mind so deeply, that I wouldn’t need to look it up when I needed it, because it would already be there.
Sometimes You Need a Helping Hand
Once upon a time there was a young boy who went to the park with his mama. He ran up to the playground and sped around it trying to find the way up to the slide. He moved to one…
Don’t Let Fear Win
I went to a writing conference recently. Yes, I realize that may sound boring if you don’t like writing, but for someone who’s always enjoyed the act of putting words on paper, it was a lot of fun. Being surrounded…
What Makes A Daddy?
What makes a Daddy? Is it working hard to provide a roof and food for his kids? Skipping meals because he needs the hours, leaving the house before the sun rises because he has to be home to catch the…
Putting On My Big Girl Boots
I go through seasons where I love to make New Year’s Resolutions….and also seasons where I hate them. I love the possibilities of change for the better, and the chance to turn the page on the calendar and start fresh…
Truth Tales – Sometimes Helping Others is as Easy as Enjoying a Story
I recently met a wonderful woman by the name of Mary. She is lovely and fascinating, caring and intelligent – basically all of the things I want to be when I grow up. We met through a mutual friend at…
Trying New Things and a Giant Thank You
When my husband first started encouraging me on this blogging journey, my biggest worry was that I wouldn’t have anything to say. Or, at least, I wouldn’t have anything to say that people would want to read. After all, I…
Not In My House, Harvey
You brought your worst. And make no mistake, it was bad. It was terrible, horrifying and tragic. But you know what, you don’t win. We do. Not in my house, Harvey.
