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When a Child Worships

Posted by on Jan 25, 2018 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 2 comments

My two-year-old grandson wiggles into his booster seat at the table. He knows the drill. His hands find each other and little fingers embrace into the posture of prayer. “Roman,” his daddy says, “let’s thank Jesus for the food.” Little eyes scrunch shut. His head bows. I close my eyes but peek with one eye to watch him. He slits open fluttering lids and casts his gaze around the room. My heart melts and my breath catches. The list begins. His hair so blonde it shines white, bobs at each pronunciation. Like the Creator in the garden, he affirms all of it good. “Thank you Jesus for food.” “Sfoon. Fowk.” “Cheese.” “Mommy and Dada.” “Octonauts.” “Table, chair, cup.” Those sweet attempts at thanksgiving are irresistible. I wish I could simply be thankful for all I see. How often in...

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Christmas Eyes

Posted by on Dec 25, 2017 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 1 comment

“I am the good shepherd; the good shepherd lays down His life for the sheep,” Jesus said in John 10:11; (NASB). Sheep follow each other. Wanting to be one is crazy I thought as my son ran around the house singing his Sunday School song at the top of his lungs. The song baaaa-baaa-ed its wanna-be-sheep-desire. Rather than soft wool, a black cape flew from his shoulders. I sighed. I just want to follow Jesus, but I am such a sheep, I thought. Christmas lights sparkled from the big fir in the corner. It did not inspire peace on my earth, rather a disquiet stirred inside my stomach. Unbought gifts, cookies to bake, and activities to plan had me wound tight like the swirly ribbon sliding under my scissors. “Baaaa, baaaa, baaaa,” my little loud-mouthed sheep stopped his chaos...

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To Tell or Not to Tell

Posted by on Oct 13, 2017 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 1 comment

It was an uncomfortable meal of tacos, enchiladas, and far too much information. Around the table we heard an all too common story of a bitter church situation. Round eyed and attentive, children listened to the grownups spew. I cringed at a conversation submerged in relationships gone wrong. We met at a restaurant to catch up, but along with the group, a painful dispute regurgitated. I shoved myself farther into my seat, uncomfortable with the discussion, uneasy about the tone, and unsure about how to neutralize abrasive words on young ears. “Why did he do that?” From across the table, a six-year-old broke into the adult exchange. It prompted a verbal list of wrongs committed by another parishioner. It felt to me like each offense sat on the little boy’s shoulders like stacked weights, much too heavy for him....

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What’s Hiding?

Posted by on Sep 5, 2017 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 0 comments

I walked around the room with a rubber duck in my hand. I laid it in plain sight on a shelf of the book case. It’s classic yellow face and orange bill pointed to the door where my daughter would skip through in a few seconds. I smiled in anticipation. “Heidi,” I called, “Come find the ducky.” Her eyes sparkled when she came into the room. They went straight to the bookcase where she had last placed the duck. Too young to be in a long hunt, but ripe for its excitement, she loved an easy game. A flicker of confusion puckered her brows. The bright yellow didn’t sit on the second shelf, left side. She turned to look at me. Two shelves above, dead center, the little fellow waited. All at once her eyes landed on him. “There...

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Scary Sirens and Simple Prayer

Posted by on Aug 3, 2017 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 2 comments

Tiny bare feet pounded toward me. I understood the sound of her running like a mother knows the reason for her baby’s cry. She was frightened. I raised my head from where I bent over a cheese grater in one hand and chunk of cheddar in another, put both down, hastily wiped my hands on a towel in time to turn toward the little body that face-planted hard into my legs. Her arms encircled me knee high and held on tight. The pale face buried against me was squeezed into an eye-shut grimace. Bending over, with my hands under her armpits, I pulled her up into a tight embrace, and waited until the howling sirens outside our apartment passed. When my child was afraid, something in me melted. Perhaps it mirrored some of my own emotions, because I also...

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Discipline Crashers

Posted by on Jul 11, 2017 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 0 comments

The thought “I scream for ice-cream,” flashed through my brain as Amee, buckled securely in a restaurant high chair, defiantly wailed, “I want ice-cream.” And we the spoilsports, aka parents, stubbornly answered, “No.” A two-year-old about to skyrocket, Amee yanked at the plastic bib around her neck, flailed her arms, and kicked her legs. I picked up a small piece of ripped off hamburger with one hand and an equally innocuous piece of bun and held it out to her. “You need to eat some food first,” I insisted. Amee wanted none of it. Her lips pursed tight together and she shook her head away from the offending offer. No buzzing fake airplane doing loop-di-loops in the air above her head could land in that hangar. “Come on, Amee, just a bite,” her daddy coaxed. We broke down pieces...

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