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Little Dreams and Big Steps of Faith

Posted by on Sep 21, 2017 in Blog, Bonus Days | 1 comment

Dirt, tiny digging tools, and a magnifying glass littered the table where my fourth-grade daughter hunched over her latest project. Her focus was intense, and even calls for lunch weren’t enough to pry her from the task at hand. “Mom, I think I found something!” Sure enough, I could see a dinosaur fossil clenched in her tweezers. I’m not sure which was more impressive—the fossil, or my daughter’s jubilant smile. Her sisters joined me in examining the find and my heart thrilled to watch the enthusiasm of my little explorer. For several years, my middle daughter was into all things dinosaur. She lived and breathed paleontology. She exhausted available library books, begged to visit museums, and requested science kits for birthdays and Christmas. Around that time, our family devotion time centered on the importance of a daily walk with...

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The Power of Respect

Posted by on Aug 24, 2017 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

Cheers and screaming rocked the gymnasium where my friend sat with other parents at her daughter’s high school basketball game. The game was close and tension filled the stands. A timeout was called and music poured from the rafters, causing more than one high school student to dance to the thunderous beat. After the game, a woman from the visiting team approached a home coach to express concern over a few of the teens’ dancing moves. The home coach graciously shook the woman’s hand and agreed to talk to the offending students. But as the visitor walked away, my friend was shocked at what happened next. And it rocked the stands more than cheers and music ever could. The coach—who had promised to address the visitor’s discomfort—turned to his players and began ridiculing the woman. He used unflattering slurs...

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Little Sins

Posted by on Jul 6, 2017 in Blog, Bonus Days | 3 comments

She avoided eye contact and burst into tears at the slightest reprimand. Eleven years young and navigating the middle-school minefield, her emotions were on edge—but the recent behavior was unusual for my easy-going daughter. Attempts to question or console were rebuffed. So I waited. And prayed. Several evenings later she approached, fingers clenched and tears pooling. “Mama?” In minutes, my daughter spilled her heart and confessed something she had done wrong months ago. Surprised, I asked her to repeat the confession. Sure enough, she was distraught over a misdeed from the previous school semester. I must be honest. In my heart, I smiled a little. How precious is this? She’s so sensitive, she feels bad about this little bitty… Wait. And that’s when mama came under conviction. Was I thinking my daughter’s sin was “little bitty?” Was I prepared...

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Family Devotions Run Amuck

Posted by on Apr 26, 2017 in Blog, Bonus Days | 2 comments

My husband and I gathered our brood—ages 2, 7, and 12—and did our best to focus their energies on our family devotion time. The youngest monkey refused to be still, preferring to climb on my back and stick her precious little finger in my ear. Our middle cherub took the opportunity to practice her “forward roll” while our preteen studied her fingernails. As I wrestled the youngest two into submission, my man-of-amazing-patience locked his gaze on Ms. Study-My-Nails then read the Scripture and attempted to apply it to our children’s lives. After a good 10-minute struggle, my husband and I closed with a quick prayer, sent the troops to prepare for bed, and fell against each other in exhaustion. As we listened to the girls fighting for position at the bathroom counter, we wondered, Lord, what in the world...

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A Royal Calling

Posted by on Mar 17, 2017 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Mom Voice | 0 comments

I turned and saw her in a cloud of white lace and my heart stumbled. Smiling, confidant, and clutching her daddy’s arm. Playing dress-up. But, no, this wasn’t my four-year-old pretending to be a princess, or cowgirl, or race-car driver—this was the grown-up version of my daughter—ready to pledge her life and love to her beloved. I blinked. And in that moment I realized: It mattered—all of it. The folding of little hands, the wiping of messy chins. Steadiness during a toddler tantrum and patience in a tween-age meltdown. A firm anchor of love for the pushing-for-independence teenager. The sharing of tears over a broken heart. The giggles and out-of-control laughter. The endless turning to God’s Word for comfort and guidance. The questions, the doubts, the heart-pouring before God—Oh, Father, am I doing this right? Will my heart survive...

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