Jesus's greatest command was to love the Lord and love your neighbor as yourself. This begs the question, what does it look like to be a good neighbor right now? What does God's word have to say? In the book of Numbers, we read a story about a family from the Israelites -God's chosen people.… Continue reading What Does it Look Like to be a Good Neighbor?
Nothing makes me crazy quite like when my kids whine for breakfast in the morning. It's as if they have so easily forgotten the endless amount of mornings in the past that I have risen and provided them with food without fail. As I've pondered why it is that this bothers me so much I'm… Continue reading Three Ways to Battle Unbelief
Tears streaming and smashed finger waving my middle daughter approached me. Bending low and listening in on her muffled cries I concluded that her younger sister had slammed the pantry door and caused her this great pain. One of my children is always causing another pain. This is then followed by a cry for help… Continue reading Where is Justice for the Oppressed?
You have thirty days to vacate. In the past year and a half, my husband and I had moved one thousand miles away from the only place and people we had ever known. He'd started and left a job under difficult circumstances. And we had navigated the beginnings of marriage, pregnancy, and life with a newborn. Now we were being evicted from our home.
I only wanted to get a few things done in the garden before the kids started in on each other. I thought I would be witty and put them to work with me, but their attention span at two and three proved them ill-equipped for the monotonous task of weeding. I gathered materials for them to do a small activity and returned to plucking green patches of grass. The final squabble between my two toddlers sent me over the edge. After angrily gathering everything up and barking a lot of things at them I would regret later I sent them off to an early nap. Then the guilt settled in.....
It's a cold, icy February morning here. So cold and icy we had to turn our car around and head back home after a failed attempt to head to Mom's group. So instead we're here watching Cars, and I'm drinking hot coffee from a Santa mug. I'm just looking at my children as I often… Continue reading Two Paths to Discipline