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Don’t Bypass God

Posted by on Mar 18, 2019 in A LASTING FAITH, Blog, Parenting Perspectives | 0 comments

I waited in the game room at church for Grace to come out of her Wednesday evening activities. Her weekday school teacher, Miss Wanda, was in the same room and she and I chatted while we passed the time until Grace and her class were dismissed. It wasn’t long until we heard the children coming down the hall. The adults turned toward the door. I smiled when I saw Grace come around the corner. “Hey, Grace!” I said as I opened my arms. Grace rushed past me straight over to Miss Wanda. “Miss Wanda!” Grace, and all the children, love Miss Wanda. Grace threw her arms around Wanda and smiled straight up into her eyes. She turned around, looked at me and said, “Oh, hi, Rose.” “Hi, Grace. How was your class?” “Good. Did you see Miss Wanda is...

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Love When It Hurts

Posted by on Mar 13, 2019 in A LASTING FAITH, Blog, Prayers and Promises | 0 comments

With tears streaming from her eyes, Kristina ran from the bus into my arms, devastated by the remarks of a friend. Jessie had said some very cruel things. When her words were spent, I asked how she would respond. She was puzzled, not knowing what to say. Silently praying for wisdom, I recognized this opportunity to teach these sixth graders how to handle conflict, not only now, but when it strikes the families they build in the future. I calmly instructed my daughter’s tender heart, “Pick up the phone, call Jessie, and tell her you love her.” It didn’t make sense, but she was obedient. When Jessie answered, Kristina simply said, “I love you.” Jessie burst into tears, apologizing, and telling her that she loved her too. Sometimes I wonder if Jessie remembers that incident. Did it impact her...

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White-Knuckled Prayers

Posted by on Mar 12, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, That Mom Life | 0 comments

“Dear God, gank You for cars and dump trucks and street sweepers. And most of all, gank You for Jesus, Your Son, who died for our sins. Amen.” Before “amen” finished rolling off his tongue, my three-year-old firecracker began shoveling food into his mouth much like the dump trucks—which he so reverently lifted up in prayer—might slide mounds of dirt into a bottomless pit. When my son paused from filling his hollow legs with pasta, he took a breath and launched into an epic reenactment of his day. I’ve never seen my son do anything halfway; there is a sense of urgency in every task. When he builds with LEGO bricks, his face remains inches from each piece, concentration etched into his furrowed brow. When he plays outside, each task is completed at a dead run, usually accompanied by...

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Lessons from a People-Mover

Posted by on Mar 11, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, From the Heart | 2 comments

It’s funny what kids remember. “Mama, remember the time when we sat next to the elevator and ate a cookie?” My son smiled as he repeated the story. He must have been four or five when we took that afternoon outing to the mall. We started out at the play place, then headed to the food court for a candy-filled cookie, sitting next to the glassed-in elevator as we ate. My little man stared in awe. I marveled that a people-mover could be so fascinating. He studied it ever so carefully, trying to figure out exactly how it worked. He wanted to ride it a few times, but just watching it seemed to thrill him the most. Fast forward several years, and he still recalls that day with affection. Such a little thing – a simple date which cost...

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Laughter in the Laundry

Posted by on Mar 8, 2019 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

I recently opened my washing machine to discover the load I just washed also contained a $10.00 bill, a pen, and a leftover ticket stub. Obviously, I washed more than clothes. I was literally “laundering money!” Has your laundry ever produced the same results? You open the door to discover that your children’s and husband’s pockets contained items from their busy week; pencils, crayons, stickers and sticky notes, business cards, quarters, and maybe even an expired pizza coupon! It’s almost like Christmas every time you open the washer because you discover treasures you had no intention of washing, while losing a matching sock or two in the process. (By the way, does anybody know why one sock always tends to disappear in the dryer?) I’m not sure why, but laundry stresses me out. Finding unexpected “gifts” in the machine...

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