A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
We run to the van, ready, but barely.
One last boy to buckle in and we can leave.
He makes it out the door and down the steps but I honk, because he’s left the door open.
We don’t have time to run in for the paper forgotten.
“You didn’t br…
“Why do you wear clothes like that?”
“You don’t live where we live, so you can’t play with us.”
“You’re not very pretty.”
“You’re so fat.”
Stinging words from children. A friend posted on facebook yesterday that a child had used words like…
MOPS. Mothers Of PreSchoolers. It starts tomorrow at our church and I am helping start it. I’ve checked off, and am still checking off, oodles of important things on my list. I have been sewing, I’ve made phone calls, I’ve answered texts and emails,…
Just got home from taking the boys to school and getting some groceries. Adventures never cease and this morning was going so smoothly until…
Aron and I had a little difference of opinion that tempted and compelled him to disobey which resulted in…
I mentioned last month that my “Do Not Disturb” sign had come down for a while. I won’t lie to you, it’s back up. It’s not a sign I regularly hang out for my kids, or my husband, it is a much needed boundary for all else though.
I, like many people…
I put a book on my Amazon wish list a few years ago that I chose for it’s intriguing title and tag line. It became mine once upon a Christmas and I read a few chapters and gave it to someone else who was dealing with some issues it covered. I then rep…
Who is wise and understanding among you? Let them show it by their good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom. James 3:13
Big brown eyes full of tears, his pitiful face lifted to mine in agony over broken pride.
“My tummy h…
*Last year I published this post on Ivan’s blog. I read it again this morning and felt it deserved an audience here as well. Ivan is continuing to mature and almost a year after writing this I see him so much more in control of his impulses. He is a…
I like her.
That girl in the picture is the me I’ve let myself be. Maybe she isn’t what I thought she’d be, and she certainly doesn’t look like I intended her to look, but I like her now that I’ve cleaned the mirror again.
“For now we are looking…
People always admired Tom Bise
He was generous, upright and wise
He became so because
His wife told him he was
And he rose to the height of her lies