Sometimes, when your love has endured through terrible things, you are amazed to find that you could ever bicker over something as trivial as pancakes. But suddenly, there you are irrationally irritated, both of you. And off you go to the bedroom to "discuss" in loud whispers behind closed doors, leaving the kids in buttery, …
This past week, I reached an age I've been dreading. No, it's not 50. But I've spent months avoiding thinking about this birthday, so there was quite a bit of angst in the days leading up. I made good use of my pensive reflectiveness and wrote some thoughts about getting older. I jotted them down …
Excited to be featured on the incourage.me blog today.
We are waiting for so many things, aren't we? For healing. For joy. For peace. For heaven. Whether it's right on the surface or deep in our souls, we feel the longing for all to be really, truly well.
The distance between poverty and "self-sufficiency" is a no-man's land. It's two steps forward, three back. And there are more enticing reasons to hang on to the help when you can get it than to kill yourself to stand on your own two feet.
It's good to remember what you were rescued from so that you never return to slavery. It's good to remember who cared for you when you couldn't take care of yourself.
I remember reading the list in the What to Expect Book carefully and following every detail. Like I was making a lemon meringue pie. Or replacing the water pump in a car. I had never washed a newborn before! I needed detailed instructions.
May Your unfailing love be with us Lord, even as we put our hope in You. Psalm 33:22
Still, the beautiful ideal to me is a hard but simple farm life and a dining room table school. But that's not my life at all . . .