Dear child of mine who happens to be a teenager, I know that you and I can get on each other’s nerves. But I want you to know that I love you and that God is showing me so much about Himself, and about myself, just by you being here. I am a better person having known you and I want you to know I am so thankful that God has put you in my life. I know that sometimes It doesn’t seem as though I am thankful. But I am. Please forgive me for not expressing that often enough. …
Some Thoughts for Young Moms
I have the privilege of being around quite a few young moms. I will never forget one particular visit. We invited a family with 5 children to come for dinner.The ages of the children range from just a few months old to ten years old.The baby hung out and was happy watching all the activity. The one year old ran around from one person to the other melting all our hearts! She especially liked my son and kept plopping down in his lap! The two year old boy was constantly moving! I personally have a soft spot in my heart for …
I Am A Controlling Woman
By Special Guest: Gina Smith We’ve all heard the phrase, “SHE wears the PANTS in THAT family!” We shake our heads and think about how controlling other women can be. But did you know that every time I complain or am discontent with my husband, correct or criticize him, tell him what to do, or interrupt him…I am controlling!? I see it so clearly in others but the truth of the matter is that I am a controller. I wear the pants in my family. It’s a part of who I am. It’s a part of EVERY woman. The Word …
The Irony of the Empty Nest
How painfully hard it is to watch as the momma bird nudge her little babies out of the nest. They desperately try to cling to the wiry branches that had once been meticulously placed there by their parents. It was their home… all they ever knew. They were carefully cared for while they nestled in the twig-lined tree house yet a whole wide world awaited them beyond their little bungalow suspended between two limbs. But it’s time for her babies to soar. It was what they were created for. It’s ironic, you know? You raise them up to let them go. I know …
Whine and Wine Culture
“Go have a glass of wine.” I had been cutting my infants’s finger nails and ended up making a slice in the tip of his finger. I felt sick. There was blood. I went from zero to one-hundred in no time flat. He’ll bleed to death! I’ve maimed my baby! He needs stitches. My pediatrician and her colleagues had most likely fielded this type of frantic call from a mom many times before. “He’s fine. Just put a little pressure on it. Don’t worry. And Dr. Smith says, Go have a glass of wine.” I could hear a little laughter …