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Why Worry?
Worry is not desirable, yet I often choose it, even fight for it. I actually despise the feeling I get deep in my gut when something is disturbing my normal. It’s hard to articulate exactly what ignites this feeling. Sometimes it only takes a word, a sight, a smell or a sound to bring up memories of past problems that make me feel physically ill. The feelings of worry are familiar. I don’t want to feel this way, but I don’t know how to escape. If I could break free from worry I would feel so much better. The weight
31 Days of Prayer – Week 1
This is a follow-up post to “Let God Fill the Shoes.” “As I felt the burden of raising my children, it’s as if God told me to stop stressing over my parenting skills and start praying for them more.” “31 Days of Prayer” began as a simple way to pray for one specific thing in my children’s lives each day. While I know I should pray for my children regularly, I often end up crying out when I am frustrated as a parent or when things start to get bumpy. God convicted my heart that rather than stressing over their
Let God Fill the Shoes
It was just yesterday that I was cuddling a tiny bundle of sweet baby in a soft cushion of preciousness. He cooed, cuddled and admired my every move. He’s still a little one these days, but he walks, talks and makes other noises on purpose that we won’t discuss. He seems to change every day. He came into the kitchen hollering, Mommy! Mommy! Look at me! I turned to give him my split attention between cooking, cleaning up, listening to my oldest practicing the piano and a long list of things that filled my mind in that moment. But when
Childlike Love
Love. Everyone wants to be loved. I often challenge my children to find the good in each other and express their love for one another through words and actions. One morning we began with the simple challenge, “Tell us why you love each member of our family.” As my turn came to receive the love, each child chimed in with their replies about me, Mom. The first one hit me in the deepest part of my heart and helped me remember how important my role as “mom” is in their precious little lives. In her sweet, little voice she said, “Mom, I
Mended by Mercy
It was just one of those mornings. I was rushing to get breakfast on the table and the kids dressed and ready for school. I poured my second cup of perfectly brewed coffee, added my favorite peppermint mocha cream, gave it a swirl and was ready to indulge. I picked up my cup and hustled to the table. When I turned around I made the corner a little too quickly. As I bumped into the wall, my coffee mug slipped from my hand in slow motion and exploded onto my freshly cleaned hardwood floor. A flood of emotions swirled inside
Out of the Mouth of Babes: The Wisdom of a 4-year old
While tucking my sweet boy in his bed, we say our prayers, talk about the day and read one of his favorite books. I lean in to give him a goodnight kiss and his words paralyze me. In a sweet whisper, and toddler tone he says, “God speaks quiet to us.” Without a thought I answered, “What does he say?” His innocent face stops, looks up and waits. With precious little answers about things we prayed about he repeats his pattern of looking up, listening, waiting and relaying the answer that he is waiting to hear from God. We repeated
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