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Day of Miracles

One of the deepest prayers of my heart is that my kids will genuinely love each other and be dear friends for life.  Tonight there is a monumental movement in the right direction, happening right before my very eyes.

We spent the day looking for an Easter dress for Elizabeth Jane.  I realized, as I shopped with the younger two, that we rarely had these moments.  All of a sudden I was hit with nostalgia.  Instead of wanting to rush through the time and just buy a dress, I wanted time to stop.  I walked slower.  I stopped and bought them a pretzel and drinks.  We sat as they enjoyed their snacks.  They were thrilled and so surprised.  They sat side by side and shared their food and I secretly prayed they would grow up to want to spend time together.

When we got home and were preparing to go to a Holy Week service Brady (high schooler) asked Shepherd (middle schooler) if he would like to go with him and his friends to play basketball because they needed another player.  I wish I had taken a picture of Shepherd's reaction.  It was priceless.  Miracle.

Tonight is even better.  Mary Taylor went on two back-to- back trips.  She is still gone.  I sent her a picture of her little sister's new Easter dress.  She asked me if Elizabeth Jane would like to FaceTime.  I was so surprised.   Elizabeth Jane was astounded.  She even asked me to clarify if she had heard correctly.  It is 30 minutes past bedtime and they are still talking.  I am writing and they are just silly talking back and forth.  I have no heart to call it quits.  This just doesn't happen and I am relishing this gift.  Miracle again.

I think about my sisters and me.  Tracy is almost 9 years older than me and I remember distinctly when she would include me as a child.  It always seemed like a privilege the queen bestowed on me to show her favor upon me,  a peasant.

Sometime during college my sisters and I started to connect.  We started to have more in common. Living in the same town,  Missy and spent time together and even taught a children's class at church together.  I went to live in the Kansas City. near Tracy, for a summer.

Decades later I consider my sisters good friends.  That is probably a miracle.

As my girls say goodbye and goodnight I want to record this day so that I never forget it.   I pray that wherever the Lord takes them in this life, they will consider each other good friends.

I pray for your families as well.  Maybe little ones have been fighting and it does not even seem like they can tolerate each other much less like each other. Please let me be an encouragement to you.  Our oldest two did the same thing.  There were days that I would be in tears when my husband came home.

They love each other now.  They choose to make plans and include each other.

Tell your peeps they like each and eventually they will believe it.

I believe that all four of our kids will be grown ups who dearly love their siblings like I love mine.  It is not impossible.  Nothing is impossible with our mighty God.

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Goodbye Guilt




Today is the day it ends!  Guilt has to go.  Sweep it out the door or send it packing!  The guilt monster is not our friend.  He lurks around each corner trying his best to nose his way into our thoughts and steal any joy he can find.  His ultimate desire is to steal our peace.  We can be going about our day, feeling pretty good about life, when we get broadsided.

Maybe we homeschool and get to the end of the day and  realized we smoked it with your older children but blew it with the younger ones.  Guilt shows up and we begin to question wether or not we should be sending them to school.

Or it could be just the opposite.   Our kids go to school. They get home and their day has been terrible and we feel guilty and begin to question if we should homeschool.

We may see  our parents aging and feel guilty because we think we should spend more time with them–and at the very same time we are feeling guilty because we are not spending enough time with our spouse or children.

Guilt could say we spend too much money on the kids one day and you that we do not spend enough another.

You feel that you could have done more at your job, the next day you feel like you are not taking care of yourself.

With even a tiny amount of truth we can see that guilt is never satisfied.  We can go as hard one way as we can, to try and make ourselves feel better (that is really what we are trying to do).  However, the minute we are satisfied with the results of our hoop-jumping  there will be a entirely different set of hoops to jump through in another direction.  Work, work and more work and it  never seems to be enough.

Guilt is from the enemy.  He is a loser and the least amount of time we spend focusing on him the better we will be.  He wants lead us around by a bit and bridle.  We have to choose to let him put it in our mouth.  This cycle can stop and this madness can end.

God never meant for our lives to be about working and trying to achieve our own goodness.  We have to turn our focus from unreasonable expectations we have for ourselves or that others have for us.  Instead, we can place our focus  on our good Father.  We have to choose (sometimes in faith) to believe that what He says about us it the real truth.

Collectively we say goodbye to you today, Guilt.  You do not own us and you can not have one single more second of our time.  This world needs the light we bring and you suck us into darkness.  We refuse to pay any more attention to you and turn our faces fully to Jesus.    It is a new day and we choose to walk forward in peace with the Prince of Peace.  We spit out the bit we have drug around with.  Starting right now we declare that where the Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom!


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Raising Warriors for the Kingdom

Raising children is not an easy task, to say the least.  But our children are blessings to us and to the world. We have been given the privilege of helping  our children, equipping them to make a difference. The time we have with  them is a gift from God and it passes much faster than we expect. May we embrace our high calling as parents as we shepherd our children.