tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59299966560122580292012-01-28T08:15:39.562-07:00I believe God gives us tiny glimpses of heaven everyday, particularly within the context of our marriage and, if so blessed, our children. Although this earthly road we travel may prove difficult, when we perservere with eyes on Christ, he is faithful to shower our hearts with heavenly glimpses.Theresa Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05024811456434325066noreply@blogger.comBlogger1651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929996656012258029.post-14834345042198500852012-01-17T16:52:00.003-07:002012-01-18T09:51:25.137-07:00

I'm praying on the Saturday morning over the weekend as I'm flipping pancakes and sounds of distant hollering and squealing travel up the stairs. Sounds of children wildly playing as they await our traditional Saturday morning breakfast - only this morning in the absence of their dad. I'm praying for their dad, as he is a couple of miles down the road receiving the message of Eric Ludy - a

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As soon as I get a glimmer of hope for setting some goals to pursue further this gift and passion I have for writing, it seems I'm tossed in the throws of parenting deeper than ever and I find myself, as I doggy paddle my way out of an all-consuming wave for a breath of sanity, chiding myself for even considering to pursue something more for myself. As I attempt to carve that little bit of time

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New Year's always brings on resolutions. Which is a good thing. Yet, maybe limiting.  When I think of what I will do this year, I tend to measure myself based on my success from the previous year. Do I subconsciously feel I have to out-do last year's resolution? Or let's face it, did I even complete last year's resolution? So instead of making resolutions, I allow a new year to stir up

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The card will go out late this year. It's one of those things that I wasn't going to stress over. But, we got it done. I bribed the kiddos with a frosted sugar cookie at 11:00am yesterday and they did pretty good in letting me take a few pictures. "Happy Holidays" encompasses Christmas and New Years (and was the only word combination that would fit in that narrow strip). So just to be clear,

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Just saying hello with a few of my favorite things this time of the year...and although none of it is perfect, it is beautiful. Christmas in the morning... Christmas at night... Father and son... First taste of snow....  Building a snow man without help...   Sun going down... These four...and fun in not getting the perfect picture....    Wishing you all a joy-filled Christmas!

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Sitting on the couch wrapped in your hubby’s arms or with a little one wrapped in yours, peering at the Christmas lights with the scent of a pine candle burning, sipping eggnog, and the soft sound of Christmas music filling the air. Bundled up in outdoor gear feeling the crisp cold air on your cheeks, noticing the smiles on little one’s faces and listening to the laughter and squeals that fill

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It's just after lunch when I say to the three-year-old, Drew, and 20 month-old, Madeline, who are aimlessly wandering at this point, "It's nap time!" Instantly both squeal and run away from me. And normally I might simply catch up to them, snatch them up and get them to where they need to be. But today, I begin to run after them, a little too slow to catch them, taunting them, because I am

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It amazes me how much our world is evolving i.e. ipads, texting, kindles, and blogs and I tend to poo-poo on change because I'm less in the know and I don't like not knowing what these advances will bring. Will they bring families and communities together or will they push them further a part? But, then there is this, (in)courage. A community of women - thousands of women, who are striving for

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I didn't grow up believing in Santa Claus. For us, it was all about Jesus and that was good. It was necessary. and it was the hard times that taught us what Christmas was really about. Sisters wrapping our own favorite toys in shirts and night gowns to put under the tree because there was nothing under the tree that year and Santa wasn't coming. But we had each other and we had Jesus, and still

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I need milk. Get me milk, mom.How do you ask?I need milk.Say 'Please.'Please.Say 'may I please have milk?'May please I milk?Over and over, day after day, I gently coach the just turned three-year-old on how to ask politely and it doesn't seem he's ever going to get it. And so many things we teach and train our children can seem in vain. Things less obvious than "please" and "thank you" and more

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Dear Heavenly Father,  This isn't how you originally intended it, is it? The pain of a mother's labor, the tightening of a heart, the cancers that are firing at the human race, the beginnings of life that you delight in, yet are confiscated. This isn't at all what you intended when you created man out of a deep affection to walk with you in harmony and perfection. But we believed the lie back in

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We are officially in the Advent season and I am excited to get started on the right foot. So many years passed I have felt that the meaning of Christmas just simply got away from me in the hustle and bustle of the season. Well-intended, we threw in scripture and the Christmas story,  but the tree and the list and the gifts became all-consuming and before I knew it, it was Christmas Eve and I felt

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When we buy extras or do something special for our children I tend to think in terms of, "one for everybody." When I think about why I have that tendency I know that it is, not only to make it as easy as possible on us, but  more so, to make my children feel as comfortable and happy as possible. Yet, in my desire to make my children comfortable and happy or even to make our life easier, I 

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I wrote this yesterday and then was hit, by the end of the day, with the reality of what being desperate really boils down to when everything around you crumbles. When your seven year old comes home from school and you learn that he is testing boundaries there, as he is at home, and you feel helpless in his absence and the weight of the unknown for his tomorrow. When you're pulled in four

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Last Thursday was our communities pregnancy center's (Legacy Pregnancy and Resource Center) annual fundraising banquet with Pam Tebow as the keynote speaker. I, along with the core planning team, had the privilege of joining Pam for brunch last Thursday morning and I was intent on gleaning what ever I could from this amazing woman and mother. Although I am not posting today on the points of her

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This past weekend was a time of refreshment and renewal for me. Four of my sisters and I drove two hours away to where our fifth sister lives (yes, there are six of us all together within 150 miles of each other) to have our bi-annual sister time together and for this get-together, to hear Beth Moore speak! It was the first time four of my sisters had ever listened to Beth Moore and it was truly

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I jolt from my sleep to the sound of her cry. With my cheek sunken into the pillow, my thoughts will that the sound will stop. My eyelids fall shut again. It seems they just gave way to the weight of the day and the book that lies beside me. I hear it again and the rest of my body is tense and I haven't been woken like this in months. I've gotten used to calculating my days down to the hour,

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We snuggled every moment we had this past weekend and finished reading Anne of Green Gables, my five year old and I. She's not quite at an age where she can fully appreciate the story, but she asks for it and she sits through it and we bond through it. These days we connect with stories, the twinkle of an eye, an extra long hug at night, and mommy/daughter outings. When did our relationship

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...the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down, the Lord loves the righteous. Psalm 146:8b The beauty in this passage for me is the picture that it paints. We are not righteous because we do right. We are righteous because we bow down. I'm a mother, wife, and person who does not always get it right. But I am, by God's grace, one who bows. Sharing with Internet Cafe Devotions for Word Filled 

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I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo over at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday with the writing prompt... Catch Go In just over twenty-four hours I'll get about twenty-four hours with just my husband. We'll be sailing off into heavenly bliss, just the two of us... okay we're driving a few hours to meet up with his parents, whom we will spend the evening with. The next day they will follow us home

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It's mid-morning and the rest of it is tightly scheduled. I have just enough time to get from a to b to c, then to pick up my half-day Pre-Kindergartner. I coax the two littlest ones out the door and leave behind the card that catches my eye. We back out of the driveway and head down the road, me on a mission, they along for the ride. About a half mile down the road the three-year-old whimpers

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Joining Wordless Wednesday around the Blog-sphere.... and sharing with:5 Minutes for MomProject Alicialive and love...out loudDagmar"s MomsenseNaptime Momtog

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I've been banned as mom today by Robby, my seven year old. And I am letting him assert his need to protest. Saturday morning chores at our house include cleaning bedrooms and the downstairs bathroom together. Not that bad, really. However, my seven year old fights it tooth and nail. I do my best to encourage him and help without doing it for him. Today was one of those days where I got in there

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It hadn't been watered in weeks. How simple it is to do. How easy to remember when tasks are caught up and it's the little things that count to keep it that way. But, when life has moved beyond what you can keep up with, even the simplest little tasks are forgotten in the sea of all that has to be done. The bigger things I attempt to tackle keep me trying. My best just isn't good enough. And

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The camper was all closed up ready to be hitched to the SUV and taken down the mountain, as we retired one last camping trip of the year. Rob jumped into the driver's seat of the SUV and I positioned to back him up. He turned the ignition and, "click, click, click," is all we heard. The battery was dead. No jumper cables were in either vehicle present. Rob immediately began thinking about the

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I'm joining Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday with the writing prompt: On friends... Go As I read Lisa-Jo's post commenting on friendship growing sisters, I think in admiration, "What a gift." And although I cherish tremendously the close, authentic friendships I share in, I'm not so sure I have experienced that level of friendship myself. Maybe what I do have hinders that a

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I'm joining Lisa Jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five-Minute-Friday with the writing prompt: Joy.... Go I'm reminded these last couple of days of how one woman chose joy in spite of her circumstances and now is being called home. I've seen her at In courage. I've read some of her five-minute posts. And, although she could not move outside her condo anymore, I was amazed by what her fingers could do

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...then simply receive. Receive by opening a hand, a clenched fist hand. And lift arms. Lift empty, dangling arms - to wrap the warmth and delight of what is. Not what should be, or what could be, but what is - today. Today I have a seventeen-month-old girl who is becoming braver navigating her first steps; who sits in the middle  of a pile of books, turning pages, pointing, and telling the

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I'm linking up with Lisa Jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday with the writing prompt In Real Life... Go Too often I worry about how to do it all by myself. I worry about how every tiny little decision I make as a parent will affect the rest of my children's lives - and I judge. I judge a person who does it differently (because nobody can possibly care as much about this vocation as I

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The first day of a school - a success! I'm so proud of them. Joining Wordless Wednesday at 5 Minutes for Mom, Carrie With Children, Tara's View of the World, and My SoCal Life

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He attended open house last week and starts school tomorrow. During the open house he was overtaken with excitement over all of the books found in his new First Grade classroom. He started pulling out books, exclaiming titles he had just read over the summer and then began sharing his excitement with his new teacher, as she was greeting other parents and students. He was so thrilled, he could

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I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo today at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday with the writing Prompt: Older... Go I sported a summer tan and hair all pulled back, waitressing one night in my early twenties. As I approached a family of four, the littlest girl peered up and gasped, "Pocahontas!" Oh, how easy it is for me to romanticize today the time I was mistaken for Pocahontas; today, when I

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I'm over at Finding Heaven today, sharing on Nourishment. Close to my heart is that of providing nourishment for our children and so I hope you'll pop on over to gain a little encouragement and add your own thoughts in the comments. It begins like this: It’s mid-morning and all four children are playing together – the kind of play you just want to leave alone because you don’t see it often

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Restore us, O LORD God Almighty; make your face shine upon us, that we may be saved. Psalm 80:19Like the moon reflects the sun's light, may we reflect God's light... For more inspiration go to Internet Cafe Devotions for Word Filled Wednesday.

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It’s mid-morning and all four children are playing together – the kind of playing you just want to leave alone because you don’t see it often enough.  All too often I'm fighting for my time while children are demanding it. Most mornings, when children are still sleeping, I wake up and give myself some nourishment with quiet time, prayer and devotion. And then I get started on a project, such as,

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I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo today at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday with the writing Prompt: New... Go You're five - FIVE! And you are starting school this year - Pre-Kindergarten, but still five days a week. You are so eloquent and mature and what happened to the toddler who pranced around in her winter attire and a diaper and only when it was too late  cried, "MAMA! I need my pants!"

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We're home after nearly four-weeks away. It's good to be home, but I can't honestly say I was ready. My husband coined our time away much better when he called it a retreat for us. That is was. We come home to look forward to the funeral for my uncle this week. I continue to ponder, reflect and allow God to speak to my heart over this loss and what I wrote Friday for the Five Minute Friday

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Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good. 1 Peter 2:2-3Like a child is daily nourished by milk, may we also be daily nourished by His Word... until the milk is not all we crave...  and our faith is mature enough to chew the meat.  Got milk today? Linking up with the following: Word Filled

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I love how Ann Voskamp points out in her book One Thousand Gifts the concept of, "Empty to fill." That seems to be a theme over the past few weeks. We're going on our third week of this vacation emptied of scheduled activities and agendas - full of new adventures and relationship. Although I know it, this time away has shown me the value of not overly-busying our children. Our children have

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I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday with the writing prompt: Still... Go I sit and peer through the window, through the few 60 ft trees remaining just past the patch of green that spreads the length of this sanctuary, where I sit and sip my coffee, to the water quietly rippling and the branches gently swaying to the calm serenity that brushes through.  A pure

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The Lord does not look at the things people look at. people look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart. 1 Samuel 16:17Whose eyes will you see with today? That of your human flesh or through the eyes of Christ?  For more inspiration, go to Internet Cafe Devotions for Word Filled Wednesday and Katie Lloyd Photography for Scripture and a Snapshot.

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I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday with the writing prompt Full... Go Our summer started out full of activity, between soccer camp, baseball, swimming lessons, and vacation bible school. Then, as soon as the last activity ended, we packed full the Yukon and cruised seventeen hours to our vacation destination...three weeks doing nothing on the beach that my

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Need I say more? Linking up with: Wordless WednesdayWordish Wednesday

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I can see the water from where I lay. Eyelids squint early, tucked beyond the trees, I witness the calm of His creation in another little corner of the earth. Hot, sunny days are an exception, in this corner, to the drizzling out the window and overcast heavens. And what we are reminded of in these conditions is that joy does not come with condition.  When overcast does not keep you

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Is there something that you know not a thing about because - well, you've never been put in a position to need to know? Like trigonometry. I've always been good with numbers, but because my Psychology degree did not require that class, I never took it. Therefore, I know not a thing about it. Or, say - gardening. I have an eye for beauty yet, have never needed to cultivate a flower garden,

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{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you are inspired to do the same, head over to SouleMama and leave your link.   

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And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19I used to think of this verse in terms of physical needs, such as, food, shelter, and clothing. However, could it be saying more? Could it be saying that my God will give me everything I need, coinciding with his perfect plan for me - everything I need spiritually to fulfill his purposes for my

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Remember this recent post? Well Amy Sullivan, at Amy L Sullivan: finding God-sized ways to give in the everyday, felt it was important enough to re-post on her blog. Please hop on over and take a look - and while you're at it, take a look at Amy's amazing blog, all on service and jam-packed with service ideas for your family {which is where I had gotten this amazing servoce idea!}. Summer is in

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I don't exactly anticipate my birthday these days like I did when I was a kid. But, when it rolls around, I always cherish the gifts that make it special. Grandma Joyce Grandpa Chuck Cousin Luke Aunt Jeannette (sister), Uncle Steve and Steve's dad Aunt Jeannette, Uncle Steve, cousin Samuel, and cousin Lucy Aunt Maureen (sister) and cousin Ryan View from my sister, Jeannette's,

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We snuggle, Robby, Alexa, and I - all three curled up on the couch with the green lambswool blanket over us, and I read the second story of the Jesus Storybook Bible: Every Story Whispers His Name, "The terrible lie."  I already like how this devotional book tells the stories in a much more captivating way than others. And this particular story prompts discussion that leads to the very thing

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I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday with the writing prompt Wonder... Go All wrapped up tidy into my imagination are my thoughts and my intellect. The capacity of what my human cognitive power will hold. Everything that can be explained, and made plain to see. Yet, in the capacity of my imagination, everything that my mind sees and that can be explained can

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...just know ...that you know...that you know...that you know. Have you taken some quiet time with God today? For more inspiration, go to Internet Cafe Devotions for Word Filled Wednesday and Katie Lloyd Photography for Scripture and a Snapshot.

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Shuffling into the restaurant – about six of us near strangers scrambled to find our seats. I nonchalantly pulled back the chair and sat next to him. As I sat there awkward, I peered across the table tuning out the words of my boisterous friend, who had gotten on the topic of, "God is just an idea..." It was a topic I had learned to ignore. I wouldn't be persuaded nor would I persuade her. So, 

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We could have backed out. Easily backed out. The hesitancy in her voice told me we really weren't doing her a favor by stopping in for a visit.  The week the two older children would be at VBS and she just across the street, I decide to initiate a call to see if the youngest two and I can come for a short visit. "Oh, I don't know. They don't really know me. We could try it. Maybe just for a

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I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday with the writing prompt: Home... GoIs home really where the heart is? Jeremiah 17:9 states that the heart is deceptive above all things. So, if home is where the heart is, than is it possible we can be deceived by where we think our home is? My four year old said yesterday that she missed our old house. Her heart was there for

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But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Galatians 5:21-23It stuns me how easy it is, even for myself, to disregard the gift of the Holy Spirit in our lives. God in the form of the Holy Spirit...right here...right now...guiding, directing, counseling, comforting...all for the

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There I was sitting in a potting class. The instructor teaching the rules for achieving the best results in creating a potted plant. She talked about planting a combination of thrillers (tall), fillers (mounding), and spillers (trailing), starting with the thrillers in the center and working out. She then proceeded to plant a pot as an example and, oddly enough, put a spiller in a filler domain.

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I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday with the writing prompt: Backwards... Go I had one of those days yesterday. I woke up with good intentions then just felt blah all day. "My time" did not seem to fill me whatsoever. Nothing really went right...one of those days where I had a hard time being present to my children and then wondered if I am enough for them.Not

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Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. James 1:27I tell my oldest son to look after his brother and sisters all of the time. It might look something like making sure they know what they are doing, remind them of what they need to be doing, help them, defend them,

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It’s just before the event, which several of us are diligently and prayerfully working on, and I anticipate all He is going to do and I am in awe of His glory. I’m in awe of how the process is unfolding, how my faith is being strengthened, how He is proving faithful and I don’t need to see the outcome to know He is up to something big. I close my eyes and begin to imagine.My thoughts, for a

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I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama this morning for Five Minute Friday with the writing prompt... Every Day Go I stagger down the hall adjusting my eyes. I get a glimpse of the morning as I approach the living room and peer out the picture window, thanking Him for a new and glorious day. I turn on the gas stove, grab my books, and set them on the coffee table. Then stagger over to

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"The Lord blessed the latter part of job's life more than the first." Job 42:12Job's life looked pretty good prior to the storm of one trial after the next. Yet, he remained faithful to God through the most trying and difficult time in his life. And God blessed his latter days even more than the first! I wonder what blessings God has planned for you beyond the storm you may be experiencing? ***

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We enter the room, myself and four kids. The four excuses for my rare visits. The weight of the infant seat, a rambunctious two-year-old and two older ones, who only seem to egg him on, when confined to a space where they must be controlled. I smile and say, "hello," then I seem to correct, reprimand, walk in and out of the room reining in the two-year-old and finally say that we should probably

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I'm linking up with Lisa-jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five minute Friday, with the writing prompt: On Forgetting... Go I look at her just tall enough to peer over the window sill out the window and I think, “I am so grateful – for you.”  I remember the oldest – now seven, about that size with hands pressed up against the glass door of the previous house. I remember holding him and gobbling up his

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 because the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and he chastens everyone he accepts as his son. Hebrews 12:6The more I understand the Lord's governing and discipline out of love for me, the more I understand how I am to govern and discipline my children.  It amazes me how often one of my children will get hurt somehow when acting outside of obedience to me - even if it's just stubbing a toe or

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It seemed like the obvious thing to do when she slammed the door on her baby sister, who was crawling into her room, and nailed her in the forehead. That is not when I decided to take action, however. I simply told her that the door had to remain open for the rest of the morning then I proceeded to prop it all the way open with her Barbie doll house, that normally sets right next to the door. A

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I'm linking up with Lisa-jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five minute Friday, with the writing prompt: When Seasons Change... Go. I'm in the process of weaning; weaning my thirteen-month-old baby girl from nursing; weaning myself of the last indication that my children's lifeline comes from me, their mother – another step in the direction of independence.  She has accepted it. Yet, as the

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Lately I'm a little sad about the baby stage of life being behind us. Lately I have the desire, as strong as ever, not to miss a moment of the important things in life. Lately I've become more aware that humility is not just recognizing when I mess up, but loving anyway when someone else messes up. Lately I've been challenged to step out of my comfort zone. Lately I've been convicted to

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"Let us acknowledge the LORD; let us press on to acknowledge him. As surely as the sun rises, he will appear; he will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth.” Hosea 6:3Is it one of those days? Are you feeling a little overwhelmed, questioning or in doubt? Are you wondering how you're going to pull it off again with all that is expected of you, all that may be

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Putting aside my own wants and desires for the sake of putting my children's needs first. Taking a deep breath when I feel frustrated and impatient because I am tired or spent. Apologizing when I know I blew it with one of my children. These are some things I think about when I think about parenting that requires humility. However, as they grow a little older and become more sophisticated, I

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I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo this morning at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday with the writing prompt:Deep Breath… Go. I’ve noticed that when I am short, edgy and impatient, my breaths are short, too. They are shallow like my temperament. Tonight, I stand in their bedrooms and I bark orders knowing this is not how I capture their hearts. Yet, I am tired and I cannot find the softness in

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Join me over at Internet Cafe Devotions for Word Filled Wednesday, at Katie Loyd Photography for Scripture and a Snapshot and for Wordless Wednesday.

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Father, On this day designated to celebrate mothers, I offer you what you behold as holy and allow you to continue to mold me in the area of the greatest challenge, deepest joy and highest calling I may ever know. Through it all... Through days that I feel I have faltered once again in the, "having it all together," department, juggling not just the responsibility of keeping house, but the joy

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I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo this morning at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday with the writing prompt: Motherhood Should Come With...   Go. Motherhood should come with hearts that offer grace even when they are tired and spent by the end of a day. Grace. Always grace. Motherhood should come with strong words on the tip of their tongues to uplift and encourage, especially for the times

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One of the biggest fears I've recognized in myself recently has been the idea of being uprooted from the comfort of our home - the house I love and imagine our children growing up in, our beautiful town, our friends, and my family. A fear of being pushed outside of my comfort and security. Although there are no current signs of our family going anywhere, I feel God convicting me that this

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it was a royal wedding.   "The Kiss" A prince and his duchess All under one king, the King of kings!

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Today I'm linking up with Lisa-jo's blog, The Gypsy Mama, with the five-minute writing prompt  If I knew I could, I would... Go If i knew I could, I would have it all together all the time. My house would be perfect, my children well-mannered and respectful always, I would meet every need of my husband unwaveringly. I would manage my time perfectly for writing and other service projects. I

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"Then go quickly and tell his disciples: ‘He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.’ Now I have told you.” How joyful I am that Jesus has risen from the dead and is alive today. There is no other hope for eternity, but through Him; no other savior, but Him. He is ALIVE! I'm linking up with Internet Cafe Devotions for Word Filled Wednesday! {

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Please, please watch this powerful short film...and be blessed!

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Five minute writing prompt on: Hard Love Go. Why do people suffer? The good people. The godly people. I heard recently that to deny our suffering or assume we can escape it somehow, through enough prayer or goodness or avoidance, is to deny the very passion of Christ. Christ took the cup, not because he wanted the suffering. He did it out of obedience. "Not my will, but yours." After he was

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Lately, I've been wrestling with keeping my priorities in order. Lately, I've recognized how God most abundantly blesses all that I put my hands in when I honor His time with my day. Lately, I've had the privilege of coordinating a speaking event, When God Writes Your Love Story, with Eric and Leslie Ludy. Lately, I've had the privilege of conversing with Eric and Leslie Ludy and hearing, not

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Our little angel just turned one over the weekend. God sure knew what He was doing when He formed this one. What a sweet gift she is. Happy Birthday sweet Madeline! I'm linking up for Word Filled Wednesday over at Internet Cafe Devotions and for Scripture and a Snapshot at Katie Loyd Photography.

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I'm linking up today over at Lisa-jo's for Five Minute Friday, with the writing prompt: On Distance Go Present convenience or eternal significance. Which will we choose? My two-and-a-half year old son, the other day, makes a mad dash from his dad and me. He sprints off like the speed of lightening. As we approach, he skids to the nearest chair, throws himself to the floor, buries his head in

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She flexes her body, pulls away and cries tears of frustration and discourse. I hold her. I pull her close. She arches her back and throws her head nearly into whiplash. She carries on in her lengthy way of communication. I whisper, "shh...it's okay." Ever so gently, I whisper. I long for her to rest in my comfort. The will of her stubborn, nearly 12 month-old, heart and weary mind push comfort

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I'm linking up with Lisa-jo for 5 minute Friday! The writing prompt is if you met me... Go! If you met me you would see my heart almost immediately. If you didn't see at least that, you'd think I was quiet, shy or a snob. If you met me I might be apt to stand back and observe the situation before I spoke. You would see a quiet confidence until the topic of something I am passionate about

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{source} He gives us everything we need to live the holy lives we are called to live in this very day in age. Press on! *** I'm linking up today over at Internet Cafe Devotions for Word Filled Wednesday. I hope you'll join in!

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Our community just had the privilege of having Eric and Leslie Ludy, best-selling authors of, When God Writes Your Love Story, here over the weekend to speak to adolescents and young adults on the topic of surrendering their love life over to God – the One who knows you better than you know yourself and, believe it or not, who cares more about this area of your life than you do. For adolescents

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My heart pitter-patters as I skim through the pages, once again, of the book that affirmed my complete surrender ten years ago just prior to the time I met my husband. Leslie's words ring so true... There was a glimmer of hope when I understood that the Author of romance actually wanted to write my love story. And yet the hope was instantly clouded by doubt and fear. Could God really do this

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I offer you this Monday a marriage quote to reflect on. When a husband daily lays down his life for his wife, considers her needs above his own, and sacrifices his own agenda in order to be sensitive to her, he will truly become the man that she desires above any other. When a wife builds her existence around serving her husband, meeting his needs, and thinking of his good above her own, her man

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I'm joining the challenge to write for 5 minutes with the writing prompt: waking up. Go. I savor waking up to my fresh brewed coffee and devotion. My taste buds crave the creamy fresh bean coffee and my soul craves a fresh Word from my pocket book bible. This is the way I start my day. Maybe the only time I get for myself and alone time with God in a day. Imperative to a good start on my

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You will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the LORD will give you, O Judah and Jerusalem. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Go out to face them tomorrow, and the LORD will be with you.'" The story continues that when King Jehoshophat heard those words, he bowed with his face to the ground and all of Judah and Jerusalem fell down in

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Our family just got back from a vacation in Washington visiting my husband's parents over our oldest sons school spring break. It was lovely. I was able to relax, shop a little, breathe. It's always a nice break when grandma and grandpa add up to four on four rather than the usual two on four with my husband and I and our four children. And our children love their time with grandma and grandpa!

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"You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble    and surround me with songs of deliverance." Psalm 32:7 I can only imagine the soundtrack being played over my life! Join me this week for Word Filled Wednesday over at Internet Cafe Devotions!                                                     

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I leave you this Monday some food for thought...may we stop a moment and truly be grateful for the spouse we have been honored to love for better, for worse. "We must never be naive enough to think of marriage as a safe harbor from the Fall...The deepest struggles of life will occur in the most primary relationship affected by the Fall: marriage.-Dan Allender and Tremper Longman III

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A can of soda poured into a tall glass, fizzles to the rim then slowly settles. The longer it sets - the more lukewarm it becomes - the flatter the substance is to the taste buds. What started out like an explosion settles into a non-refreshing sugary substance. A substance that no longer stands out as something that tastes good. Today, right now, this moment begs the question - have we settled

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May you and I keep our eyes on Christ this day...  “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink;  or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body  more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or  store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much  more valuable than they? 

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My Marriage series is coming to a momentary pause. The next story is written; just not for the blog-sphere at this time. But I leave you with some food for thought today: "A magnificent marriage begins not with knowing one another but with knowing God."                                                  - Gary and Betsy Ricucci

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I'm linking up with Erika at More Time With Our Kids with a worship song that spoke to me this week! Singing along with Jeremy Camp's version of, "You're Worthy of My Praise," the other day, those words all my worship hit me in a way I had never heard them before. It made me think about... when I'm working on a project that consumes me... all my worship. When I'm working on home design

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I just love moments like these... Robby's "From A to Z" Book... "The letter 'a' says a (short) and A (long)"  Each letter says it's sound(s) all the way through Z {although my scanning job cut the storyline out} After a long phase of dragons, we're back to dinosaurs! {again, my scan job cut the storyline out} "The Tyrannosaurus is a carnivore." Alexa's "A to Z" Book  {She colored

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