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Hide and Seek?

Posted by on Apr 8, 2019 in A LASTING FAITH, Blog, Parenting Perspectives | 1 comment

Not too long ago we added on to our house. The addition was built in the side yard so the process began with new foundations being poured. Once they were set, it was fun to see progress each day. One day after the studs were erected, one of my grandchildren came running in the house. “Hey, Rose, let’s play hide and seek in the new house.” I looked out the window. “In the new house?” “Yes, come on, it will be fun.” So we went out to the new construction. The children decided who was “it” and the game began. I looked at those studs. Most were 2” x 4.” I looked at those skinny little boards. I’m not sure what my dimensions were at the time but I wasn’t sure how I was going to find any space...

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Till Kids Do Us Part

Posted by on Apr 4, 2019 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 3 comments

“Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing.” 1 Thess. 5:11; ESV. Okay, so it’s possible I don’t like her child. That friend who’s been a friend for as long as I can remember, the one who dried my tears after break ups and sad movies, the friend who knew my fiancé and I were engaged before we really were…that friend’s kid drives me crazy. In fact, my friend, as the mother of the child who drives me nuts, annoys me insanely as a mom. Play dates are awkward because of our children. We see everything differently. Our way of mothering, of thinking about things has suddenly moved oceans apart. We are divided in every way. Food, screen time, nap time, and school time. We even approached the birthing process as complete opposites....

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Gethsemane and the Way of the Press

Posted by on Mar 28, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, History by the Slice | 0 comments

We reached the Garden of Gethsemane after hiking down a winding, slippery road on the Mount of Olives, east of the Temple walls in Jerusalem. The pavement was so treacherous and the road so steep that we had to hold on to handrails as we weaved our way down. But we eventually made it to the traditional site of the Garden of Gethsemane—a modest, walled-off garden with many old, stout olive trees. No one knows if this is the actual site of the garden, but it’s in the right general location, and it certainly fits the image. The age of the trees is unknown because olive trees do not have rings that mark off years like most trees. But carbon dating has estimated that some of them go back to the 1100s AD. The word “Gethsemane” means “oil press”...

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A Craving for Less

Posted by on Mar 26, 2019 in Blog, Bonus Days | 0 comments

As my children’s complaints increased in volume and intensity, my gaze darted around the grocery store and I inwardly cringed. If someone didn’t know my sweet and well-cared-for darlings, they might suspect my offspring were deprived and malnourished. “Can’t we go out to eat? We never eat out.” “I need new jeans. I have nothing to wear.” “Why can’t I go to so-and-so’s house? Everyone is going.” Oh, the angst my poor sorrowful babies had to endure. If only they could have more of whatever they deemed necessary at the time. But could our children be taking their cues from us? Do parents fall into the same need-more traps? How often do we verbalize our dreams for a bigger house, a better salary, additional time, increased status, the best-behaved children, or a better whatever? When the need-more bug permeates...

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Mama’s Red Kitchen

Posted by on Mar 25, 2019 in Blog, Bonus Days | 5 comments

My mom’s favorite color is red. I don’t mean pale pink, wine, or orange. Nope, I mean fire engine or the American Red Cross kind of red. Consequently, the kitchen in my childhood home had red counter tops. It was the first thing people noticed upon walking into the home, but not in a tacky way. My mom had a great sense of style, so she successfully merged her red counter tops with a very classy kitchen design, to the point that people regularly fell in love with Linda’s red kitchen! Although that kitchen looks radically different today, with a much softer, muted pallet, I still walk into mama’s kitchen and see the red that disappeared more than twenty years ago. The bold color made an impression on me, as the color always seemed to shout, “Stand out! Be...

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The Art of Talking Back

Posted by on Mar 21, 2019 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 3 comments

One of my daughters, might have had the advantage of most lawyers at age two. By the time she turned ten, she could befuddle my brain to the place where not only did I forget the point of my argument, I couldn’t even remember for which side I fought. As parents we did our best to refine this less-finer aspect of her character—the art of dispute. It was not easy.   The Apostle Paul, addressing the much bigger issue of Israel’s rejection and God’s justice, reminds his readers of our propensity to bicker and want our own way. “But who are you, a human being, to talk back to God? “Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, ‘Why did you make me like this?’” Romans 9:20 (NIV). “But you said if I cleaned my room, I could...

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