Dad died more than ten years ago. My brother-in-law died less than two years ago. Mom died months ago. And my heart aches. When someone we love dies, it is difficult to process the “what-ifs.” What if we tried another doctor? What if we called earlier? What if…
But God’s Word has a truth for us to free us from the “what ifs.”
No more guilt.
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May you find comfort in the Lord in all your losses,
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We had $68 left in our bank account and two months to go before school loans kicked in for our last year of seminary. We diligently searched for summer jobs and prayed for God to give us a gig. We needed His provision.
What can we do when the provision of God seems empty?
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Mamas, it’s hard find time to savor connecting with Jesus and seeking spiritual growth in these years of morning school rush and a baby hanging on your hip. I get it. I no longer use an alarm because someone is always up before the sun—and I pop out of bed like a military recruit running to formation.
But I missed Jesus. I mean, His Spirit lives in me and He is always with me, but I missed those early morning times I used to have with a warm cup of coffee and silence—oh silence—to pray to the Father, journal and dig deep pondering the verbs and conjunctions in a passage of Scripture.
Okay, I know—I’m a spiritual dork. I just use to have so much more time to sip and taste Scripture—and hear the Lord through His Word and our praying, journaling conversations.
But mamas, we need the richness of the Trinity these years even more, don’t we? We want spiritual growth while our kids are growing, right?
But how? How can we savor and refresh when we are running full speed just to keep up?
I have an idea!
Happy New Year, Mamas!
When I think of the New Year I think of fresh starts, new beginnings, and leaving the yuck from the past behind. So, what a better time to revisit the truth of the Gospel as we plan to follow Jesus this year in motherhood and beyond?
This video is a little longer than my usual, so take a short coffee break and refresh your soul for the New Year.
Hi mamas. I’m spent. Are you?
The presents are unwrapped and the sweet potatoes are packed in the storage container and shoved into the overflowing fridge. The family had a blast (and I did too), but whew! I’m spent.
And at the same time, magically refreshed. How can I be spent and refreshed?
By one simple word:
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We’ve been in our house since October—and our belongings haven’t arrived. Two months of no answers, no date for delivery, and no bed for the boys or a kitchen blender.
I thank God we have enough to buy necessities, but every day I wonder, will we ever see our things? Will Jason get back all his books (and notes) from seminary? Will I see all the handmade gifts my kids have made since they were born? How about the child rocker handed down in our family from one generation to the next?
At this point, I’m not sure. My heart grieves these treasures—and then God reminds me of something.
This week we Decked the Halls. Twinkle lights strung on the Christmas tree, stockings hung by the fire, Frank Sinatra holiday tunes, and energized boys running laps around the kitchen.
In all the holiday fun, I decided to take some berry branches I grabbed at the craft store and make a small, simple wreath to hang on a coat hook by our front door.
Not so simple.
These cloth-covered wire thingy-ma-bobs kept popping out of place as I shoved and twisted. Ugh. Why did they make them so hard to bend?
As I twisted and formed the wired branches, God whispered some wisdom.
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Sometimes Christmas feels like a fruit cake of celebrations. Do kids make the distinction of Jesus and Santa? Or do both sweet celebrations mesh together and they just swallow them whole with one bite?
Then this week while driving in the van, Kavin, my eldest, shared a random thought that made the whole Jesus/Santa recipe fall into place for me.
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Mamas, how we understand the Bible—and especially women of the Bible—matters for our lives and the next generation. Biblical women are our example of how to live (and sometimes not live) as God-honoring women today. And what we share about these stories with the next generation, shapes how they perceive themselves as godly men and women.
So, I am excited to share with you a fascinating project that benefits the International Justice Mission.