Our words hold the power to transform our children’s’ lives. Here are 7 simple phrases you can say to be a fountain of life to your child. Try them this week, and watch as it transforms their hearts– and your own.
What if this year, for Christmas, we toned down on the things that tend to take us apart, and instead give gifts that encourage “Remember When” moments?
We fail so often to realize it–that those rough seasons are a part of a bigger picture. A bigger season. A season of age. Of days, weeks, months, years.
We fail so often to realize it–that those rough seasons are a part of a bigger picture. A bigger season. A season of age. Of days, weeks, months, years.
I knew that something was terribly wrong the moment I opened the door to the microwave. I saw it, but could it really be?
Yes. Yes it could.
They say, “The days are so long but the years are so short”, and “It will be over in a blink of an eye.” But what they’re not telling us is this…
Mamas are meant to redeem the time. But how do we redeem something that hasn’t yet been spent? We are learning how to dog-ear time’s passing with life lived in such a way that the clock’s ticking will never erase it.
We redeem time by restoring its potential for beauty.
I keep waiting. And then after two hours I finally stop waiting.
And only then—when I give up waiting and lie back to stare into the indigo blue sky eclipsed by marshmallow clouds, do I stop wasting time. Because time severed by divided attention is atrophied time–starved of all its potential.
I rock the chair front to back. Your eyes remain locked on mine, blue orbs swaying left to right within pools of white, dancing in perfect cadence to our rocking. I can’t believe I almost missed this.
I rock the chair front to back. Your eyes remain locked on mine, blue orbs swaying left to right within pools of white, dancing in perfect cadence to our rocking. I can’t believe I almost missed this.
This morning I held my firstborn near as I whispered a prayer into his ear. His hair smelled of sweat and bug spray. I memorized the feel of his embrace as I kissed him once more and sent him on his way.
That morning as I had donned my makeup and curled my hair, I had not anticipated giving an impromptu speech to a room full of strangers and my favorite author, especially a story of this delicate nature. Five minutes produces a rather naked story.
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!