Five year old, Taylor, from Alabama asked her mom for
a pen and paper in church and this is what she wrote.
Can you read her message?
Out of the Mouth of Babes
Five year old, Taylor, from Alabama asked her mom for
a pen and paper in church and this is what she wrote.
Can you read her message?
You're So Sweet!
I cracked up this morning while speaking to a friend about a few things and she said to me, "You're so sweet!" Why did I laugh? Well, I know myself.
She didn't know how I struggled early this morning with my mental mess of grumbling, mumbling, and complaining about trivial matters in my home.
She didn't know I had to fight ugly thoughts about my husband because he didn't wash dishes before he left the house.
She didn't know I fought the spirit of laziness - it's Friday!
She didn't know I struggled with being Christ Controlled before I got out of bed.
I'm laughing now as I think about her comment. I just have one thing to say, "Thank God for Jesus."
My prayer EVERY morning is that God will hide me from myself and fill me with His love, His compassion, His patience, His understanding, His views, His thoughts, and His ways.
Hey, it works for me because people think I'm SO SWEET!
She didn't know how I struggled early this morning with my mental mess of grumbling, mumbling, and complaining about trivial matters in my home.
She didn't know I had to fight ugly thoughts about my husband because he didn't wash dishes before he left the house.
She didn't know I fought the spirit of laziness - it's Friday!
She didn't know I struggled with being Christ Controlled before I got out of bed.
I'm laughing now as I think about her comment. I just have one thing to say, "Thank God for Jesus."
My prayer EVERY morning is that God will hide me from myself and fill me with His love, His compassion, His patience, His understanding, His views, His thoughts, and His ways.
Hey, it works for me because people think I'm SO SWEET!
What About Them?
It's almost midnight as I sit here at my computer feeling blessed that my day is finally coming to an end. I have poured out my last drop and have nothing else to give. It's time for rest and renewal.
My thoughts went to the many blogs and websites available and full of encouragement for tired, weary mothers. It's a blessing to let my fingers click a few keys and be opened to a world of encouragement and revival.
Wait a minute. What about the mothers without this convenience of renewal and support?
What about the mothers unable to afford a computer or Internet service?
What about the victims of domestic violence under the hands of controlling partners not allowing them to enjoy Internet conversations and connections with a possible support system?
What about the the mothers in rural areas where an Internet service isn't even available?
What about the mother that can't read? What about these mothers?
I thank God for bringing these mothers to my attention - again. I said a prayer for them since that's about all I can do at midnight. They sure can't benefit from my thoughts or a possible typed word of encouragement. Am I preaching to the choir? Have I forgotten about a network of mothers outside of my comfort circle?
One of my most favorite songs by Yolanda Adams has been placed on the site to remind me to pray for the mothers without the convenience of this instant support and encouragement I benefit from. Have mercy, Lord.
My thoughts went to the many blogs and websites available and full of encouragement for tired, weary mothers. It's a blessing to let my fingers click a few keys and be opened to a world of encouragement and revival.
Wait a minute. What about the mothers without this convenience of renewal and support?
What about the mothers unable to afford a computer or Internet service?
What about the victims of domestic violence under the hands of controlling partners not allowing them to enjoy Internet conversations and connections with a possible support system?
What about the the mothers in rural areas where an Internet service isn't even available?
What about the mother that can't read? What about these mothers?
I thank God for bringing these mothers to my attention - again. I said a prayer for them since that's about all I can do at midnight. They sure can't benefit from my thoughts or a possible typed word of encouragement. Am I preaching to the choir? Have I forgotten about a network of mothers outside of my comfort circle?
One of my most favorite songs by Yolanda Adams has been placed on the site to remind me to pray for the mothers without the convenience of this instant support and encouragement I benefit from. Have mercy, Lord.
It's All About Giving
Monica Jordan, winner of Extreme Home Edition Makeover, didn't have much, but ALWAYS gave what she had.
She opened her home and gave her love and time to her family, her community, and allowed God to use her right where she was.
She is an example of being an empty vessel willing to be used.
Please view the below links and share Monica's blessings.
Give and it shall be given
Family Comes Home
Give and it shall be given to you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you" Luke 6:38 (NKJV)
Be Encouraged!
I have quite a few friends battling with weight and each, in their own way, has made it a priority to strive for a healthier lifestyle. Although I don’t share the same struggle, I do struggle to exercise daily or my blood pressure will go through the roof. It’s only by the grace of God that I get off my butt each evening or morning and move my bones to get my heart rate moving at a pace to make a difference in my health. It would be robbery to have anyone think I exercise just because I enjoy it or because I’m so obedient in regards to caring for my temple. No, that’s not the case; exercise is a necessity for my life.
Many of us silently struggle with the depth of frustration of weight or some other physical or character flaw, while a few others choose to boldly share and seek support. We’re often embarrassed of mistakes or bad choices, but doesn’t everyone make mistakes? We don’t want to disclose our mess, but what can we learn from a flawless woman or a seemingly perfect mother? Isn't this what life is all about? Learning from one another?
My dear friend,
Drop in on Sandy's journey and be encouraged
2 Corinthians 7:13 (NIV)
By all this we are encouraged.
Peace Robbers
As a mother who shares the power of keeping our PEACE of mind in the midst of our challenging days, I am faced with new peace robbers everyday. I guess I can call them stresses, issues, or even battles. Whatever they're called, I'm tested daily, throughout the day. These continual tests are teaching me the power of walking away and being Christ-controlled in the midst of the test.
As a homeschooling family, I allow the boys to do their school work wherever they are comfortable - kitchen, living room, reading room, outside, etc... Well, this morning I walked in first-born's room to check on his progress and he's in the bed - yes, in the bed UNDER the cover with his books! He was also listening to irritating Rap Music. This did not rub military mama the right way.
Hmm...do I go off on him and tell him to get out of bed, turn the music off, and concentrate on his studies or do I walk away? What would you have done?
Well, after we exchanged a very long, silent stare at each other, I turned and walked away. This was one of those peace robbers I chose not to give into. Later today, I'll address his homework posture and let him know it's not acceptable (not for me). I understand he's a teenager and his growing body requires more rest, but there is a time for everything. If he were in school, he sure wouldn't be on his assigned cot with a blanket! At least not in the 8th grade!
So you see, at the moment, I chose NOT to disturb MY PEACE, but walk away from it and address it later when I'm better equipped- mentally. Son, today....just get your homework done.
As a homeschooling family, I allow the boys to do their school work wherever they are comfortable - kitchen, living room, reading room, outside, etc... Well, this morning I walked in first-born's room to check on his progress and he's in the bed - yes, in the bed UNDER the cover with his books! He was also listening to irritating Rap Music. This did not rub military mama the right way.
Hmm...do I go off on him and tell him to get out of bed, turn the music off, and concentrate on his studies or do I walk away? What would you have done?
Well, after we exchanged a very long, silent stare at each other, I turned and walked away. This was one of those peace robbers I chose not to give into. Later today, I'll address his homework posture and let him know it's not acceptable (not for me). I understand he's a teenager and his growing body requires more rest, but there is a time for everything. If he were in school, he sure wouldn't be on his assigned cot with a blanket! At least not in the 8th grade!
So you see, at the moment, I chose NOT to disturb MY PEACE, but walk away from it and address it later when I'm better equipped- mentally. Son, today....just get your homework done.
A GOOD Thing
One of the best things a mother can give her children is an example of being a good wife. Our young boys and girls benefit greatly by watching their mother interact with their father.
The Word says when a man finds a wife, he finds a GOOD thing. Am I my man's good thing? Have I always been my man's good thing? Am I supportive and loving? Do I encourage and uplift? Am I forgiving and understanding? If I died and my husband remarried, would that woman have a hard time filling my shoes?
Today is my 15 year wedding anniversary and I can honestly say I'm more in love today than I ever was. Has it always been this way? Absolutely not! We've had some rough years and it's only by the grace of God that we celebrate this day today. Marriage is a job and if you don't put in some overtime, the marriage suffers. The trials and struggles in my marriage have helped me become that GOOD thing.
Being my husband's GOOD thing is...
- Loving him through his unlovable moments
- Removing all expectations from him
- Accepting him in spite of his faults and shortcomings
- Being there for him in good times and bad times
- Being faithful
- Serving him in humility
- Being extraordinary obedient to God
- Realizing our marriage belongs to God
- Allowing God to mold, prune, and groom me into the wife my husband needs and desires
Celebrate your marriage today and everyday and be your husband's GOOD thing
Late For Work
I was running a little late for work this morning. I was up early as usual, yet tried to fit a little more into less time. I hate to be late for work because I waste more time playing catch up. Yes, I homeschool two sons and run a home business, but I treat my role and responsibilities as if I had a job outside the house.
It's easy to fall into complacency and laziness when no one is holding you accountable for performance. Well, thank God for Jesus! He's my boss, so I do my best to be on time and keep good work ethics. Timeliness is a character trait I struggle with. I probably have more done by 7 a.m. than a lot of people, but only if I rise early and use God's time wisely. Keeping a schedule hardly ever works, but respecting my role as if I had an outside job helps so much. Even answering the phone can put a wrench in the day, so personal calls are monitored and kept to a minimum as if I were sitting at a desk. I wouldn't watch television on my job, so it doesn't come on until well in the afternoon.
Respecting my role also helps others respect my role - especially those who consider me to be 'just' a Mother. Don't hate...I'm just doing what I've been called to do! I'd love to chat more, but I have a job to do!
It's easy to fall into complacency and laziness when no one is holding you accountable for performance. Well, thank God for Jesus! He's my boss, so I do my best to be on time and keep good work ethics. Timeliness is a character trait I struggle with. I probably have more done by 7 a.m. than a lot of people, but only if I rise early and use God's time wisely. Keeping a schedule hardly ever works, but respecting my role as if I had an outside job helps so much. Even answering the phone can put a wrench in the day, so personal calls are monitored and kept to a minimum as if I were sitting at a desk. I wouldn't watch television on my job, so it doesn't come on until well in the afternoon.
Respecting my role also helps others respect my role - especially those who consider me to be 'just' a Mother. Don't hate...I'm just doing what I've been called to do! I'd love to chat more, but I have a job to do!
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