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I’m Sorry

Posted by on Apr 3, 2018 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

The sharp sound reverberated through my aching head—a dropped toy, dropped repeatedly on bare floors. I turned, and in one unthinking moment, brought tears to tiny blue-green eyes. A soft voice and trembling lips attempted to penetrate my heart. “I’m sorry, Mama.” More angry words rose inside me. I was tired. I’d had a long day. The aspirin I had taken earlier wasn’t working. I was overworked and underappreciated. How much was one beleaguered mom supposed to take? But as my frustrated gaze met hers, any defense of my thoughtlessness died on my lips. The Lord revealed to my heart that I could not excuse my cutting words to this little one He had entrusted to me. I pulled her into my arms—this beautiful, trusting, fragile gift from God. “No, honey, I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?” She snuggled...

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Gentle Rain or a Hailstorm?

Posted by on Feb 28, 2018 in Blog, Bonus Days | 3 comments

I gave the last of three kisses goodnight to the sweet objects of my exhaustion and shuffled down the hallway toward freedom. My evening plans centered on a bowl of popcorn and a few hours of mindless television. The day had been a whirlwind of errands, mounds of laundry, sibling squabbles, and endless cleaning. This mama was clocking out. As I slipped into my end-of-day sweatpants and t-shirt, my gaze fell on my Bible and devotional journal. With a groan, I surrendered to the stab of guilt and settled in for a few minutes of “quality” quiet time. My daily reading included the song of Moses in Deuteronomy 32 and focused on verse two. Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants. Thoughts of...

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Raising Compassionate Children

Posted by on Jan 15, 2018 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

As introductions were made, I smiled and extended my hand. The preteen before me offered a limp grasp but his gaze never connected with mine. His cellphone buzzed and his indifference to meeting me was complete. The boy’s mother attempted to power through the awkward moment. Her cheeks pinked as she laughed. “Kids. What can you do?” Believe me, I didn’t stand in judgement. I’d stood in her sweaty shoes and watched one of my children exude rudeness like a cloud of smelly fumes. And like my friend, I was embarrassed and frustrated with my offspring. As parents who want to raise compassionate, caring children, is there anything we can do? (Short of threatening their precious little existence, of course.) How can we encourage our children to see others with the eyes and heart of Christ? Here are three...

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Christmas, Chaos, and Polka-Dot Packages

Posted by on Nov 29, 2017 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

Thanksgiving holidays were a fading memory and the bright lights of Christmas beckoned in all their glimmering glory. The family calendar was a chaotic mess of hastily scribbled notes, appointments, party dates, school and church programs, and last-minute shopping trips. Blank space was not to be found. Translation: There wasn’t room on my planner’s tiny squares for one. More. Thing. On this particular evening—ten days before Christmas—our family of five made it home before dark and this mama was ecstatic about a moment to catch my breath before wrapping a mountain of gifts. I prepared a super-quick dinner, rushed my loved ones through it, dropped dishes in the sink, and scooped up my toddler for a bath and fresh pajamas. Can you say, “Mama on a mission?” That’s when I noticed them: Bright red dots popping out all over...

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Of Immeasurable Worth

Posted by on Nov 9, 2017 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

I’ll never forget the moment I became invisible. I collected my daughter from school where her team had returned from an out-of-town ballgame. On the drive home, my young athlete announced she was starving and could we please get some food. Weary beyond measure, I agreed to a super-quick stop so my teen wouldn’t starve to death. As the golden arches came into view, I glanced at my attire. Because of the late hour, I had thrown on sweats and flip-flops and my hair was a disaster. Not to mention a complete lack of makeup. “Honey, we’ll have to use the drive-through. I’m not dressed to go inside.” My darling daughter turned toward me and squinted in confusion. “Um, what does it matter what you’re wearing?” Wait, what? Who snatched my sweet tender-hearted little girl and replaced her with...

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