And sick? And have too much to do, with no one else to do it but you? All at the same time? Boy, do I know how you feel. So in the midst of my self-induced pity party this morning, while reading Proverbs 6, God taught me two things: 1) I needed to stop whining …
Saturday, I stood in the breezeway, sipping percolated coffee, watching our people play in the lake. At one point, the most mischievous of our three kiddos silently snuck towards his sister, intent upon capsizing her banana float and submerging her. He stopped momentarily, and glanced up at the cabin. “Are you watching me?” he called, …
I apologized to my husband for driving into the side of the garage. Acting childishly, and furious at him over something stupid (and not the point of this blog, so I won’t go into it), I hastily pulled away, paying no attention to the enormous dwelling next to the vehicle, clipping the brick and nailing …
I have stopped praying for patience. For close to seven years, each time I would send that request heavenward, I would get pregnant. I didn’t know that I didn’t know patience was a fruit of the Spirit that was learned over time. Just being honest here… I literally was hoping for a direct injection of …
Saturday night, my daughter and I watched a movie together. With the testosterone-laden beings vacating the premises due to Boy Scout Camp, we succumbed to popcorn and estrogenic activities such as hair brushing, back scratches, and a slumber party. We watched “Voyage of the Dawn Treader,” a C.S. Lewis story from the Narnia series told …