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A couple of weekends ago we were dropping our daughter off at the movie theater to meet some friends. As my husband pulled over to a curb to drop her off across the street, a man began to walk toward … Continue reading
Sometimes I recall it in slow motion: Those moments when my kids are laughing, bantering back and forth about this and that, volume rising. A friendly debate ensues, and this mom sees it’s fixin’ to get nowhere fast, maybe even … Continue reading
My social media news feeds have been buzzing about Olympian freestyle skier & medalist David Wise and his devout Christian faith…otherwise known as an “alternative lifestyle.” I agree the news reporter’s description is a bit alarming at first read, but … Continue reading
Actor & Comedian Ray Romano is quoted as saying, “The more I go through parenting, the more I say I owe my mother an apology.” Too funny and TOO true! I remember about eight years back when I was a … Continue reading
I’m over at The M.O.M. Initiative today mulling one of my slow motion, wish-I-could-push-the-pause-button moments. It wasn’t my normal reading a Bible passage to the girls about modesty or self-control or good stewardship or discussing with them how to love … Continue reading
It’s not just about grabbing things, as in possessions; it’s also about having an attitude of “I deserve this” or “It’s my turn now.” It’s saying, “I serve a lot in this church, so they better listen to my opinions.” Or “I’ve worked hard this week. I deserve a pat on the back now and then.” And “I am entitled to this person, place or circumstance.” You fill in the blank.
As I went to tuck in my girls at bedtime one evening when they were younger, I found two pairs of my clothes on the floor–clothes that they had sorted through and put on after having promised to return them … Continue reading
With no one to show me how to cope with the horrible realities I faced, I ran. Between choir and theatre and cheerleading and track and student council and color guard and friends’ houses and church events and softball and running blind into wherever I thought the sun was shining, you can bet I was empty. To fill up, I’d watch my regular television programs, all with families I wished were my own. I’d stuff my face with junk food at the same time, knowing that my taste palette would be satisfied eventually. It never was, but I kept swallowing anyway.