Someone spilled their juice at breakfast. Again. And it’s no use crying over spilt milk or juice, but it’s the fact that it’s spilt over and again that tries one’s patience. Too often I react to my children’s little spills and mistakes with less patience than they show towards me. And it’s in the midst…
I found myself part of a contributor blog back before anyone really knew what blogs were, let alone contributor blogs! In the beginning, everyone had publishing permission and you never knew whether two posts would go up in a day or none in a week. The team at Kindred Grace (formerly Young Ladies Christian Fellowship)…
Christmas was the first trip we’ve taken with him that we didn’t pack the Boba or the Ergo or the wrap—or all three. And I only wished we had it once. He’s twenty months and getting oh so very man-like. Think ahead to a time when your little boy’s a man And you’d give anything…
I still remember the view from the diving board at the city pool where we took swimming lessons. I’d stand there, hesitating, my teacher and the rest of the class watching and cheering me on. I knew it would be fine, once I jumped. But it was the fear of jumping that kept me there….
“It will kill your heart for motherhood if you compare yourself to everyone else’s ideals.” (Sally Clarkson in Desperate) There are times when I begin reading a book and realize that if I could only keep one book on the topic, this would be it. The author isn’t just speaking my language—they are speaking God’s…
I tend to think of opportunity in the terms of something new and different. A new book to read, a different project to work on. New scope for my imagination. But I’m learning that sometimes the biggest opportunities are the ones I’m already part of. It’s just that need to dig in and get to…
Everyone piles on the couch, the kiddoes still in their pajamas. It’s one wintry morning, and everyone is slow in waking up. The bright pictures captivate their imagination. The boy was caught in the storm. But the story draws them in. He stumbled toward the house his grandpa had built. “If the boy could make…
They see it in each snowflake and every twinkle light, they hear it in the note of each carol and the rustle of every piece of tissue paper. The wonder and excitement of it all. They thrill that Christmas is coming. They sing the tidings of His birth at the top of their lungs. No…
Here are a few simple tips to help you create the best possible posts for your Facebook page. 1. Post Frequently Whenever you are on Facebook, your fans are likely online as well. Give them something fresh and new to share and like. Say it often. 2. Put it Briefly Keep it short—respect their time….
There’s something about Precious Moments illustrations that I can’t resist. It could have something to do with my mom collecting the figurines. Or the fact that I grew up on the Precious Moments storybooks myself. Or just their very cuteness. All that to say, the new My Christmas Bible Storybook board book from Precious Moments…
They filled the airports that weekend, as I travelled home. I wondered about their stories as I saw them. How much have they given up to serve our country? What all have their families gone through to support them? I wanted to go up to each one and say “thank you.” But I’d have missed…
Our oldest daughter was born the day before Thanksgiving, November 21, 2007. In honor of her fifth birthday today, I’m sharing her birth story, transcribed from her baby album. Dear Ru, When Mommy went to the Dr. on November 21, 2007, I sure wasn’t expecting to be holding you by the end of the day. Everything had been…
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