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Pumpkin-Spice Legacy

Posted by on Nov 21, 2018 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

I have a love/hate relationship with this time of year. Things I love: Pumpkins, s’mores, boots, scarves, colorful leaves, the smells of bonfires, and oversized sweatshirts. Things I hate: The 3,643 holiday season events and activities that turn me into an overwhelmed and overly zealous basket case. Is it just me, or does it seem as if there’s a tad bit of pressure to do all the things? After all, if you don’t enjoy a pumpkin-spice-something while wearing cute wedge boots and carving a pumpkin while roasting a marshmallow…did fall even happen? And if you don’t create a DIY advent calendar while wearing a tacky Christmas sweater and bake holiday cookies from scratch while making salt dough footprint ornaments with your children…do you even have a soul? These are the questions that haunt me. In all seriousness, I’m guilty...

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When My Children Shake Me

Posted by on Oct 23, 2018 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

“Are you sorry for snapping at me?” I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. Shame washed over me as I replayed the outburst in my head. How was it possible that one three-year-old could make my blood boil so easily? I looked at my son, staring at me with his impossibly blue eyes. Waiting for an answer. Inner-Mary readied her list of reasons why her harsh reaction was justified: You’ve been pushing me all day. You’ve screamed and cried and made unreasonable demands. You’ve disobeyed me, ignored me, and taken me for granted. Can you really blame me for lashing out?? In that moment, a mental image of a water bottle rushed to mind. I once heard author and speaker Paul Tripp share the following example: If I take the top off my water bottle and...

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Every Heart Wants the Story

Posted by on Sep 28, 2018 in Blog, Bonus Days | 2 comments

He had to use both arms and tilt his body sideways to support its weight, but you could spot the puffed out chest and unfettered pride from a mile away. A certain three-year-old had a brand new Bible. “This is God’s true Word, Ryleigh,” he told his baby sister. “Be gentle with it.” Ryleigh stuffed a handful of Cheerios into her mouth in agreement. My son’s previous storybook Bible was—ahem—well-loved. So much so that the binding was barely holding the pages together and several stories had been ripped out by an overly enthusiastic baby sister. Benjamin began asking if he could take his Bible to church, but I wasn’t sure it would make it there in one piece. Yeah, this kid needed a new Bible. I took the kids to the bookstore and began looking over the selections. The...

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Made in His Image

Posted by on Aug 13, 2018 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

I tilted the bag upside down and watched as the potting soil tumbled into the large plastic container. As the mound of dirt grew higher, my children’s eyes grew wider. My 14-month-old gasped in delight and my three-year-old began a dance not unlike the I’ve-really-gotta-go dance. Back and forth, left foot, right foot. The kind of dance that takes over when you can barely contain your excitement for what’s ahead. I dropped a shovel and a few cups into the container and was nearly bowled over by the two little stallions chomping at their bits. I backed away and watched, amused, as they both sank their hands into the dirt and filled their tiny fists, letting it sift between their fingers, smiles plastered on their faces. I settled onto our porch swing and leaned into the familiar, creaky rhythm....

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Girls Need Flowers

Posted by on Jul 24, 2018 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

“I got you flowers, Mommy!” He spun in three circles and then did a forward roll off the couch. Some people express their excitement in mere words. Others need their whole bodies plus a three-foot radius. My son falls into the latter category. “Look at the flowers! I got them for you! Me and Daddy did!” In a matter of seconds, my son Benjamin perched himself on the edge of the countertop and crouched not unlike a baboon inspecting a furry friend’s back for insects. He fingered the rose petals with a gentleness I didn’t think possible, thanks to the coaching I’m sure he received from his dad. Benjamin shifted his attention back to me. “Because,” he said, seriousness in his voice, “guh-wuls need flowers.” I bit back laughter and, to Benjamin’s great delight, proceeded to ooh and ahh...

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