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Measuring Gratefulness in a Season of Greed

Posted by on Dec 9, 2019 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 0 comments

“…what is the breadth and length and height and depth…” Eph. 3:18 She sat on the old wood floor. One pudgy leg bent backwards at the knee while her other stretched in front, precariously balancing her two-year-old body. She was a mere blimp underfoot, easy to trip over if not careful. Brows drawn into a capital V, concentration puckered her lips. She breathed heavy puffs of air and pulled at a hefty black measuring tape on her lap. Clumsy with effort, her little fingers grabbed the tab and pulled. She’d seen her daddy do it. Like a long snake, he’d brought out the long strip of yellow metal tape with black markings and then she’d watched it slither back inside. It was infinitely long and intriguing. But with every hard-earned glimpse of the yellow, the tape snapped back, hidden inside...

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I Need Some Privacy

Posted by on Nov 19, 2019 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 0 comments

“I need some privacy.” Her pudgy palm pushed against the soft flesh of my tummy, shoving me away with the tiniest pressure. My tongue pushed against my cheek in an effort to keep the smile hidden. I backed away from my two-year-old granddaughter’s experiment in toilet-training and waited outside the bathroom door. Navigating the maze for independence from babyhood to young adult, parents are often confronted with the perplexing demand, “I need some privacy.” If you have a tween in your home, you probably know what I mean. Like a boat shoving off with a stiff-armed oar from where you stand on the shore, the gap widens; a phone, clothes, a separate room. Our parental boat rocks. Sometimes the drifting waves bring pain. Surely the brother of Jesus, included mothers of tweens when he penned the book of James....

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I Am with You

Posted by on Oct 14, 2019 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 6 comments

Recently I’ve said final good-byes to too many dear friends. Some separations I anticipated after difficult illnesses. Others left quite suddenly. In each one the same words, “with Jesus,” announced the home-going. I’ve contemplated those two words, running them over the empty place left behind and pondering on the exquisite going forward they promise. Few words offer such comfort and hope. For surely, tragic as it is to be separated from this earth, to be with Jesus is far better. With is a powerful thing. “Come with me,” she tugged at my hand. I looked down at her upturned face, ski-jump nose and pig tails. “Pleeeease.” We walked together, her hand safe in mine. I reached to get the balloon she could have easily gotten on her own and bent down to wrap its string around her wrist. Her...

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Cutting Your Husband’s Food and Other Friendly Tasks

Posted by on Sep 11, 2019 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 2 comments

So, I cut his roast chicken. Into little square edibles. When I looked up, he wore a puzzled expression, a little worried but seriously amused. I drew my eyes back down to where mangled bits of poultry lay in a pile on my husband’s plate. “Hmmm,” he commented. “Maybe you need a day off.” It’s crazy the things you don’t anticipate when you begin a family. All the forewarned preparation in the world can’t compensate for being a 24/7 life support system, nor turn a body into an angel after three tortuous days without sleep. New baby transition isn’t always a stroller in the park. Husband and wife relationships stretch like rubber bands, thin and far apart, then snap together again. In the foggy mist of baby-lag, the next thing you know, you’ve cut your husband’s chicken for him....

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The Teaching of Kindness

Posted by on Aug 14, 2019 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 5 comments

The kitchen looked like a war zone because it had been. I stopped inside the doorway, my baby astride my hip, while I took in the collateral damage. I’d only left a few minutes earlier to pick up the crying baby from his nap, but in a few short diaper-changing moments, all mayhem broke loose. Subterfuge, scurries, and whispers halted. A silence aptly defined as “pregnant” filled the room with expectancy. Three pairs of innocent blue eyes looked at me in bewilderment, as if the carrots had flown alone, misguided missiles from an unknown origin. Hands quieted in their laps. Only a twitch of the cheek and an under-the-table kick gave any indication of guilt. A green pea slowly rolled to the edge of the table and dropped to the floor. Oh, dear mamas, the author of the book...

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Without Apology

Posted by on Jul 8, 2019 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 0 comments

I stood before my mini-version. Blonde hair curled at the shoulders, bright blue eyes sparkled, and a pleased smile lighted her face. Behind her on the wall splashed brilliant colors in what undoubtedly could hang as a Picasso in an art gallery, but instead it splashed all over my living room wall. She was that daughter, the one who could make me tear my hair out one minute and laugh until tears ran the next. She brought out in me a lot of emotions I’d never encountered before, some shameful and ridiculous. Her “Who? Me?” innocence radiated from wide eyes and poured into the silence like audible questions. While I stared at my wall, a battle raged Inside. One side desired a mommy temper tantrum to dwarf all others, and another told me to calmly sit her down in...

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