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.
Moms can work for much more than just an income. If you choose to work, your job should be something that gives you more purpose and freedom. (Money Making Mom Book Review)
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?
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?
My husband slowed the car as we passed by the old wooden gate. “I don’t know, Babe.” We gazed out over the lot, a sparse expanse of tree trunks punctuated by the occasional lopsided evergreen.
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.
Rain pelts against the windshield and we welcome it. I delicately unwind the black leather strap from around my journal and open it to a blank page. This next page will decide a lot for us; much more than either of us realize in that moment.
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 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.
“Oh it’s always this crazy”. He laughed a little before replying, “I thought my day was crazy. I wouldn’t trade it for your kind of crazy!”
And that’s where he was sorely mistaken.
When a giant millipede tramples all over your hope for an enchanting morning, follow this simple rule that has led our family to grand discoveries and adventures…
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!