Step Four: Give of our time in another context. Pre-Radical: We have taken our children to serve in soup kitchens and nursing homes over the years. It was something to do together and our thought was to give them a glimpse of how blessed they are and to introduce them to the concept of giving…
Monthly Archives: December 2010
Family Ties
These three smiling faces together on Christmas mean more to me than anyone could ever fathom: My boys. All three of them, under one roof for Christmas. This had not happened since Christmas of 2006 and this mama’s heart hurt beyond what I can describe in words every single one of those years. I had…
Keeping it Real at Christmas
My chest tightens, my temples throb, my palms get sweaty. I breath faster and the desire to run away, RUN AWAY, is breathing down my neck. Am I in a dangerous situation? No. I sit on my comfy living room sofa, feeling like something heavy sits on my chest and wanting to lace up my…
Years gone by
Each ornament holds a memory. A look-what-I-made-mama moment to hang on the tree. Year after year, each hand crafted masterpiece brings a smile to this mama’s heart Taking me back to a place and time when little fingers were sticky with craft glue and glitter was in our hair They grow up so fast and…
In plenty…
Christmas shopping has been difficult for me this year. My kids don’t need anything, certainly not anything on their Christmas list. We have clothes, food, a warm and comfy home. We have extra’s like video game stations, cell phones, iPods and more. Usually by this time of year I am done my Christmas shopping {weeks…
The Radical Experiment- part three
You can read the other parts of this series here, here and here. Step Three: Sacrifice our money for a specific purpose. Pre-Radical: We have been a family that tithes no matter what since we were baby Christians. Yet, our concept of giving was not based on sacrifice. We gave of our excess. We gave…
Thankful for the chaos
Temples throb with the pulse of the every day. Loud, long legged boys running through the house, with their muddy shoes on. Three month old sweet pea that has learned to {loudly} fight her sleep until she finally succumbs to sheer exhaustion. Teenage girl never lacking in teenage girl drama. Deadlines and unedited manuscripts and…
Is this my kid?
He is his father’s child. In possession of the calm-no-matter-the-circumstance sort of way that is stable and solid. His voice on the phone did not even waver as he said “Mama, I can’t see anything out of my left eye“. I had to ask if he was serious, such normal tone and timbre. He was…
Mary’s Song
My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant. From now on all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me–Holy is his name, His mercy extends to those who fear him,…
Oh be careful little eyes…
What is a mom of sons to do when the world is full of images that can taint the innocence and purity of her young boy’s soul? I am continuing the series, Tackling the Talk, over at the M.O.B Society today.
