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Steam rises from my mug as I pour that first cup, and settle down onto the floor between a pile of boys. I know just the story. But they’re not going to like it.
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I stepped forward as the TSA agent waved me on. My plane was scheduled to take me home in an hour and a half, and I would not be on it.
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Our son spoke up from the backseat, “Hey, did God make it so that we can talk? Or did He make us like puppets?” My husband and I glanced at each other wide-eyed.
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Our son spoke up from the backseat, “Hey, did God make it so that we can talk? Or did He make us like puppets?” My husband and I glanced at each other wide-eyed.
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My teeth clench and my foot braces hard against the floor of this shaking machine. All at once the conversations surrounding us are hushed by the droning of the wind against metal. My heart beats harder.
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My boy’s words on that day stuck with me months later. Words like that often do. Not only did they show me a hard place in my heart, but they showed me a soft, strong place in my son’s heart.
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Back on that day when the doctor handed me the diagnosis, we had no idea what to expect, aside from limitations. And yet, I am learning that these limitations are an invite.
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Motherhood requires that we serve and serve and serve some more, and then wake to do it all over again tomorrow. It is sweet and humbling and wonderful—and depleting.
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Maybe you are looking for that kind of evidence today, that “Go ahead, it’s time”. Maybe you have been waiting a long while for it.
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Maybe you are looking for that kind of evidence today, that “Go ahead, it’s time”. Maybe you have been waiting a long while for it.
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This open invite into their world, it’s a gracious offering that our children give us, and we can’t know for how long it will last.
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I hadn’t seen it until that conversation with my husband–this sentence I had ruled myself guilty of. It’s the same shadow hanging over many moms today.
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Raising kids stirs something deep in our souls — an innate knowing that our time is finite. Taking my kids outside in creation, I’m discovering how to stretch our time and pack it to the brim with meaning. God’s creativity provides the riches of resources for teaching the next generation who He is and how He loves us. Join our adventure and discover inspiration and resources for refusing rush, creating habits of rest, living intentionally, and making the most of this beautiful life!
I'm Eryn, Master Naturalist, Author, & Bible Teacher
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