Motherhood

An Easter Story

Chris and I made a decision this year. We decided to watch Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ with our two boys over Easter weekend. It had been seven years since either of us had seen it but we remembered it well. It was transformational, motivational and inspirational. Both of our boys have asked Jesus to be their Savior, have received his sacrifice on the cross as payment for their past, present and future sins…

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Mentoring Motherhood

He Counted His Blessings

He told me he was depressed when I tucked him in last night. Of course that made my heart sad. As his momma, I don’t want him to feel depressed. I also didn’t just dismiss it because I don’t want to be that parent who says, “Oh, you’re fine.” I want him to know that I will listen to him and consider what he has to say. I prayed for him and because he attended…

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Motherhood

Can You Tell He’s Been Transformed?

He doesn’t really look that different to me on the outside. But rest assured, he is on the inside. You see, he got baptized at our church this past weekend by his Daddy. And after he’d been submerged in the water, he was pulled back up and thrust into the air by the strong arms of the man he admires most. We came home after eating a tasty, fast-food dinner of his choice and all…

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Motherhood

There’s Always A Story To Tell

My youngest asked Jesus to come live inside in heart recently which means he will be getting baptized in about a week. He’s a little nervous about the baptism but loves knowing Jesus. He loves that he will go to Heaven. He loves that he can pray to God and be healed from the flu. And he loves taking communion. In fact, every Saturday night, which is when the boys and I attend our campus,…

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Motherhood

Apparently, They Appreciate Me

Seven years ago I was pregnant with him. I remember it well. His little body was nestled closely against my bladder and sciatic nerve. He was constantly on my nerve. Literally. But I didn’t mind. This strained physical time in my life allowed me time to reflect and rest while my body continued to create and mold his. It also afforded me great quality time with his older brother whom he would soon meet. Today, I live…

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