Any mamas out there with kids who adore the You-Tube sensation Blippi? I’m fairly certain that my oldest two knew how to spell Blippi before they knew how to spell their own names, “Say it with me, B-L-I-P-P-I, Blippi!” His educational content always hits a homerun, but every now and then he whiffs the ball... Continue Reading →
I just need a break. Do you ever find yourself muttering this under your breath, or pleading this to your husband, lamenting this to a mom friend or yelling this at your unsuspecting children? I just need a break. Maybe, like me, you find yourself getting creative with this statement. I just need a moment... Continue Reading →
The Lord is my Shepherd . . . can you finish the line? I bet many of you can finish the whole Psalm. I distinctly remember committing Psalm 23 to memory in kindergarten complete with sing-song intonation and hand motions. My three and four year old have even managed to learn its succinct, themed lines.... Continue Reading →
Your children don’t belong to you. Okay, technically you do have ownership over your children, but ultimately they belong to Someone else entirely. The Lord gave me this reminder one day while I sat shaking in the Goodwill parking lot. He pulled the reigns on my renegade fear and anger and offered me truth. The... Continue Reading →
We’ve all said it. The mom of the toddler says it to the mama rocking a newborn in the nursery. The grandma says it to the mom wrestling a posse of kids and a grocery cart through the store aisles. Can you guess? Can you guess the irritatingly true little phrase we all say? “Treasure... Continue Reading →
I wrote this post last April, but today, I am thankful for the reminder of my Father's tender hand directing my life. Although He is the Alpha and Omega, He chooses to lovingly interpose Himself in the minutiae of my every day. To quote Elyse Fitzpatrick, "We're more sinful and flawed than we ever dared... Continue Reading →
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I want to share something for which I am deeply grateful—my neighbors. They have shown us extraordinary kindness in the four years we’ve shared a street with them. Their friendship has taught me a great deal of what it actually means to be a “good neighbor.” Good neighbors seem rare... Continue Reading →
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