“Get thee behind me Satan” That probably wasn’t the caption you expected to read when you saw the picture of me and my sweet boys. Strangely enough, over the past few months, those 5 words (found in Matthew 16:23) have been ringing in my ears when I think of them. Keep reading and I’ll explain.
Growing up, I had the privilege of being raised in a loving home. It was such a protective environment that I believe I may have been sheltered from challenges along life’s journey. As a result, my understanding of God was that if you believe in Him, then bad things do not happen to you. Imagine
I think I was 8. My sister and I were about to play outside when my mom warned us, “Billy Graham will be on at 7pm.” Ugh…I knew what that meant. We can’t stay out too long. We’ll need to finish our homework, shower and eat dinner early…because at 7pm, WE were watching the nationally
My boys may look alike and share a common love for God and basketball, but don’t let that fool you…they are VERY different. One is structured, the other is free spirited. One likes people but appreciates his ’alone time,’ the other thrives around people and could be around them 24/7. One takes quite awhile to
It’s a week full of excitement at our house this week. We had loads of fun celebrating my husband yesterday for Father’s Day. Tomorrow, it’s my son’s birthday, and to round it off, my daughter’s long-awaited graduation is this weekend. With all this activity, I’ve actually found myself wondering where did the time go? I
If you have a child or have ever been one (I think that covers all of us)…then I’m sure you know, children are unique and so are their parents. And aside from the Bible, there isn’t a standardized one way guide to parenting. We pray for wisdom, do what we know to do, make a
Every time I even think that I may finally understand what parenting entails, a challenge arises that leaves me unraveled. Wise friends advised that we read “Raising Giant Killers” by Bill Johnson. I picked it up hoping to find strategies on how to deal with my children. I am three chapters deep and you know
Why does life seem so hard sometimes? I may have wondered this a few times in my lifetime: My first job was so stressful, I woke up with my stomach in knots every morning wondering what I would be criticized for. Days prior to my first Thanksgiving as a newlywed, my husband and I were
My firstborn son, Josh, received his drivers’ permit earlier this year. So here we were, in a parking lot. I asked my younger son to buckle up as his big brother was about to take over the wheel. When I turned around, this is what I saw. (See picture above). I couldn’t help but laugh.
I am not a parent but I am pretty sure I wouldn’t be a very good one. And that has nothing to do with the fact that I gave my nephews extra dessert or that they stayed up until 2 a.m. when they were at my house. (At this point, you are probably agreeing with
To Walk Humbly with our God
Years ago (twenty three to be exact), I gave birth to my firstborn! The ‘oohs and ahhs’ of pregnancy didn’t prepare me for the first few weeks of motherhood. The recovery from surgery, the sleepless