motivational monday: in all your ways…
I am up. At the moment, that is about as good as it gets. Some days, up and in my chair at the computer is a victory. When the morning dawns with rain (again) and all that comes with the rain–the pain, the cloudy head, the melancholy and malaise that hangs in the air–it is all I can do to not crawl back into bed after dropping my children off at school and slip back into the stupor of sleep. But not today. Today I fight it, mug of tea in hand, the smell of pomegranate and the sound of raindrops reminding me of my first morning at the Convent. I sigh, remembering the...
Read Morestinkin’ thinkin’
My intentions for this evening were to finish a post I began last night in response to watching Once on Saturday night with the hubby. I spent the first part of my evening arguing with my daughter and the second part of my evening doing damage repair instead. Now, it’s after 11:00 and my head is spinning and I’m uncertain where to go with those thoughts, if anywhere. We are such complicated creatures. We jump to conclusions and make assumptions and base our actions and responses on what we often think is true rather than what is true. We misunderstand one another and we...
Read Moremotivational monday: unexpected lessons from space camp
The bus was eerily quiet, save the playing of National Treasure on the movie screens and the occasional soft murmurs of those who would never be caught sleeping on a class trip. I took advantage of the quiet and opened my devotional, turning to my reading for that day, and read Sarah Young’s exhortation to look for growth opportunities and chances to trust in the midst of the challenges we face. I chuckled. Chances to trust, indeed. I reflected back over the past four days spent with the entire sixth grade class and a good portion of their parents, and I continued to smirk. One...
Read Morea picture paints… (space camp gallery)
(I notice, on my screen, that some of the wide shots are overlapped–click on the shot to see the full picture.) Pictures
Read Moremy son on (not) crying
“It’s not really that I’m sad,” he says bravely as he wipes his eyes and fights for the ability to speak. “It’s just that sometimes my voice just stops working and my eyes get all watery. That’s all.” Mmmhmmmm…. (I promise a REAL post tomorrow! Space Camp wore me out!)
Read Morehow i spent my week
Chaperoning the 6th grade trip to space camp with my daughter! Exploring caves and painting toenails and playing apples to apples at midnight and riding the space shot and swimming and admiring rockets and fake tattoos and pizza and oreos and sleepless nights and playing euchre with parents on the bus–all in a day’s work! Off to BED–perhaps tomorrow I’ll be able to put together a string of complete sentences, but not...
Read Moremotivational monday: full out
I’ve been reading Michael Hyatt again, the recently-former CEO of Thomas Nelson Publishing, who wrote this week about the Benefits of Playing it Full Out, which both challenged and slightly discouraged me. The ideas have been spinning around in my head for a few days, and I wanted to share a few of those thoughts with you. I interpret the phrase “playing it full out” to mean to hold nothing back, pushing through until you’re spent, and then pushing through some more. Playing it full out, Michael writes, looks like: Being fully present, undistracted by anything else. Stretching...
Read Morebecoming a better me
I was asked to speak recently to a group of about 50 single mothers at our church on the idea of “Becoming a Better Me.” As I thought and prayed about this idea, and what these women—who have undoubtedly heard their fair share of self-help propaganda instructing them how to live a “better life”—really needed to hear, an outline began to come together that felt pretty strong and pretty God-inspired. I warned the women, as we gathered that night, I was not going to be teaching your typical self-help shtick. I was not going to waste their time talking about secular...
Read Morelesson one–do not hide
Was out walking tonight, thinking about my “strong, silent type” (my prayer for him on the heals of praying for “strong, passionate, creative, and independent” in my firstborn). I heard this song again for the first time in a few years, and as I prayed these things for him, was reminded how much I love it. Which is way too much to not share it. For Buddy–I have a hundred reasons why I love you. Boys (Lesson One) by Jars of Clay Lesson one – do not hide Lesson two – there are right ways to fight And if you have questions We can talk through the...
Read Moreinquiring minds want to know
Ironically enough, they both started asking at the same age. Don’t ask me how that happened–I’ve yet to understand it. Why my second grade daughter came home (more than once) from her conservative Christian school asking, “Momma, what is sex?” is still a bit of a mystery to me. Though seeing the precociousness of her class now, in sixth grade, I am less surprised they were already talking about sex on the playground at that age. Inaccurately, mind you, but discussing it in misguided detail, nonetheless. Interestingly enough, each of my children asked a...
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