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Praying for My Child’s Enemy

Posted by on May 23, 2017 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

This one’s tough. I think of myself as fairly level-headed. I don’t take offense too easily, and I’m quick to forgive. However, when someone messes with my children, that description is no longer accurate. Things that would be easily forgiven when aimed at me, become huge stumbling blocks when they’re aimed at my babies. The only way I’ve found to curb this momma-bear tendency is prayer. Not prayer for me or my child—although those are always good. No the prayers that make a difference are those I voice for the one who instigated the hurt. I know it goes against every ounce of how I’m feeling, but that’s what makes it work one-hundred-per-cent of the time. It takes the hurt out of my heart and puts it at the foot of the cross. That’s the place where I find...

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Soak it Up

Posted by on May 22, 2017 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 0 comments

Soggy sand oozed between the ten little piggies of my son’s toes. A ragged edge of transparent water, clear and cold rippled toward where we stood. Justin screamed a delightful two-year-old mix of happy-scared. I scooped him up against me, his knees bent into my stomach. I watched the water foam up around my ankles, held his little person above the water, his high-pitched screams of delight were drowned by the immense voice of the sea. Then I plopped his feet back into the receding wave. Transparent water vanished into the sand. Justin, mesmerized, watched his toes wiggle and dig into the disappearing wetness. I looked out to the horizon of blue on blue. A long shore on either side embraced the ocean as it came and went. The spectacular view poured into my spirit like life giving drink...

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Filling the Gaps

Posted by on May 19, 2017 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Dad Voice | 0 comments

Recently our family was watching a game show. The contest was based on contestants guessing names of famous people. The players knew rappers, TV roles, and all the current and former partners of something called a “Kardasian.” One name they needed to guess was Abraham Lincoln.  The host began the clues: “A very famous president” “President during the American Civil War” “Was assassinated” “Gave the Gettysburg Address” “On the penny” They could not guess it. Eventually he had to make up a silly name to form a final clue.  “His name sounds like Brabraham Plinkon.” That is when one contestant buzzed in and hesitantly gave the answer. She was still obviously unsure of the answer. Later in the show the name was Harry Truman, the lack of responses were worse. My boys were as amazed as I was and...

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Copycat

Posted by on May 18, 2017 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

My grandson Micah, age 22 months, loves to play copycat. The other day, for example, he watched his four older siblings position their kid-size plastic lawn chairs within inches of their backyard sprinkler. Then they sat on their chairs, squirming and squealing with delight each time the water sprayed them. Not to be outdone, Micah picked up his chair—which nearly equaled his size—and half-carried half-wrestled it to the same place. He plopped it down, climbed aboard, and mimicked everything they did and said. Micah copycats his mom and dad, too. If they put ketchup on their hotdog, he insists on the same. If they drink from a water bottle, he wants to drink from a water bottle, too. If they fold their hands and bow their heads to say grace, he does the same. Watching Micah play copycat makes...

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Diligently

Posted by on May 17, 2017 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

I’ve always wanted to be one of those diligent super-moms. You know the ones. The moms who have a meal planned out for every night of the week and then actually follow through and make it. The moms who have laundry not only washed and dried, but actually taken out of the dryer, folded, AND put away. The moms who have no dishes in the sink and no questionable smells emanating from the trash can. The moms who also manage to work outside of the home, volunteer, and maintain other relationships with both grace and flare. The moms who get things done and even look cute and together while doing it. Just for the record, I don’t actually know any mom who is like this. But I’m notorious for trying to be this fictitious mom. If I could just...

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