I believe if I train my sons early to start their day with Jesus, as adults the habit will already be formed. I won't always be around to comfort and encourage them, but they'll always have an Almighty God to call on. We don't know what shape the world will be in when our children are adults, but knowing they'll start their day the right way will definitely help shape their day!
I think of the single mothers who are feeling the heat and have nobody but themselves to depend on. I can't begin to imagine. It's thoughts like these that allow me to be just a little more thankful for my working husband.
Early this morning, I was on the highway returning to
The fog wasn’t patchy; it was dense the entire trip home, yet I arrived safely. I thanked and praised God for the reminder to live my life in the fog – relying on Him completely for guidance. Every decision I make and every turn I take should be done blindly and in faith – allowing God to order my steps and to guide me along life’s highway. While driving, I thought of a phrase referring to fog that my good friend, Tori, shared with me years ago. Fog stands for Favor Of God. So, while driving blindly in the fog, I was truly in the F.O.G – the favor of God!
Have a joyful day in Motherhood and stay in the FOG!
Proverbs 8:34-35 (NIV)
Blessed is the man who listens to me, watching daily at my doors, waiting at my doorway. For whoever finds me finds life and receives favor from the LORD.
I'm so blessed, I truly have NO THING to complain about!
While driving to church yesterday, my husband commented on the many ch
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Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NIV)
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
While listening to another mother speak about her children recently, I had a light bulb moment! My children need a mother! They need 24 hour guidance! They NEED to be told what to do! Why on Earth was I waiting and expecting them to show initiative in regards to keeping their room clean, washing dishes, and washing their own clothes. Ahhhh... I feel like I've just figured out a math problem I've been battling with for days. Unfortunately, I don't have initiative-driven children who are anxious to do their chores. Now that I have realized that, I can release them from the ladder of high expectations and allow them to be....just children...not Stepford Children, but normal children who need a mother to tell them what to do. Sigh...it's going to be a great day!
The topic is....
"We have all heard from God when we read our Bibles, listened to sermons at church, or gone to Bible study, right? But is God limited to our “spiritual” activities? Or does He show Himself in the middle of our everyday activities, too? Share about a time when God spoke to your heart in the midst of the ordinary."
Here is mine - I've always thought of church as Happy Hour. We put on our happy faces while we're in the midst of other believers and sing, clap, and welcome the Word of God with our on-time Amens. As soon as we walk out the church doors, there is an application test awaiting. It may be as soon as we're in the car or maybe before we get in the car, we're stopped to engage in 'spiritual conversation'. Sometimes the test awaits us at home when we cross the threshold of our home. If only our church family could be a fly on the wall!
It's a little hard for me to share a story of a particular time when I hear God in the midst of the ordinary since I no longer attend the Happy Hour Services. I strive on a minute by minute basis to live in the Spirit. Yes, it's hard, but my children challenge me to be a little better every day. Being at home with them everyday challenges me to live a do as I do lifestyle. Being a Christ-controlled Mother is my everyday goal. My sons watch me as I work, they listen to me as I speak on the phone or directly to them, they watch how I treat their father and how I interact with neighbors and strangers, they watch what I put in my temple, they watch me exercise my temple or NOT, they see me pray and praise throughout the day, they notice if I read my Bible daily, and they watch me respond and react to everyday life. So, since I've turned in my Happy Hour Club Membership, every activity is a spiritual activity and every moment is an opportunity to be a witness. Hard? Yes! Impossible? No. God's grace and mercy? Gotta have it - morning by morning, minute by minute!
I awoke Saturday morning feeling completely foul and challenged by uncontrolled hormones. I guess it isn’t enough for a woman to deal with gender attached emotions, so we have to deal with the extra emotions adorned by the season of our hormones. Good grief!
2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV)
Hubby came home from work Friday and asked the one question that makes my head hurt - "What's For Dinner?" Auuuugh! My reply to hubby was, "Tongue." Whenever I don't feel like cooking, I tell my poor family to chew on their tongue. I know, I'm such a loving wife and mother. Well, cooking is my least favorite domestic task and hubby knew this when he married me. It's an effort for me to go into the kitchen. Every now and then, I'll get an urge to cook with some excitement, but it's rare, veeeery rare. I'm a baker, not a cook and YES, there is a difference (smile).
The key to my lack of love for cooking is planning ahead. If I plan the meal the day before, it's less effort for me, but going into a cold kitchen and looking at a frozen chicken hours before dinner time is disaster for me. This is what happened Friday and no, I didn't cook and yes, my family survived. Hey, everyone gets a day off from work, right? What about the cook? When is the cook's day off? Hmmm...today is Saturday. I wonder if hubby will want to eat today? Dare I not cook two days in a row?
My relaxing Sunday afternoons are over for a while. Yesterday, instead of sitting in my warm living room wrapped in my purple blanket and surrounded by reading and writing materials, I sat in a hard plastic folding chair in a cold gym watching second-born’s basketball practice. I thought I was okay with the Sunday practices, but had to fight the spirit of complaining and discontent all the way to the gym. Obviously, the battle in my mind was stronger than my will. I enjoy sports and especially enjoy watching my boys play, so where was this trifling irritation coming from?
I recalled my desire to do better and be better this year which helped explain the battle in my mind. The enemy doesn’t want me to go higher in my spiritual walk and wants me to allow simple matters to ruffle my feathers. I will be pulled out of my comfort zone and placed in many difficult situations this year, so I better gird up and get ready. I already know the battle will begin in my mind, so I must speak God’s promises and remember I am more than a conqueror – in every battle. What’s the point of grumbling, mumbling, and complaining when it isn’t going to ch
What will today hold? I don’t know, but I know I serve a God wanting only the best for my life. Have your way, Lord!
Luke 22:42 (NKJV)
“Father, if it is Your will, take this cup away from Me; nevertheless not My will, but Yours, be done.”
Well, after life has happened and we have experienced our full day of duty, the boys return to their father and me with an evening hug to say goodnight. After all that has been said and done, after all the attitudes have unveiled, and discipline has been done, the evening bear hugs make everything okay. Everything really is ALRIGHT!
It's a blessing to live in the reality of life. My family is far from being perfect, but love conquers all and the daily hugs are God's reminder that He covers and keeps us from sunrise to sunset.