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Times and seasons


There was a time when I couldn’t imagine the season I find myself in now.

Here sit our daughters, beautiful and far from the tiny stage.

Pigtails, ponies, and footed pjs are all memories.

Instead we have driver’s licenses, school schedules, job opportunities, and adulthood.

(I know only one is an adult but the other 2 are so close behind her!)

I was telling my husband recently how much I still want to teach them.

There’s so many things I want to be sure I’ve shared with them.

There’s so much for them to still learn.

But in this striving I feel the Lord speak.

Rest in My arms as I teach you how to teach them. Let your life be an example instead of your words be overwhelming.

“Yes, Lord.”

Then fear robs my peace with, “You’re not doing it right. You’ve messed it up too many times. They will sin no matter what you say.”


That’s when I return to the Lord and His Word.

“Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6

I have tried since our oldest daughter was in the womb to figure out how to train our children.

And I can say, I’ve made millions of mistakes.

Yet, the Lord has been so faithful to guide me, even in the moments when I realized I’d failed again.

I’m far from perfect, but I’m so thankful He is.

Jesus has our daughters and our son in His hands.

God has been working from the beginning.

And I can trust Him to continue to work in every aspect each moment.

“Dear Jesus,

Please walk with our children in a personal way. Help them to hear Your voice and to know You personally. Let Your Word reside in their hearts and minds. I’m trusting You to continue to help me train them and for their lives to bring glory to Your name. Thank You so much for our children, how blessed we are to be a part of their lives.”


A memory


This was so fun!

All our girls getting their ears pierced.

I did surprise them.

By crying.

It was fairly comical.

Bell was up and had just gotten one ear done when suddenly my eyes filled with tears.

Her reaction was to get wide-eyed and very stiff.

The lady doing the piercing thought she was in pain, but before she could say anything Bell blurted out, “Mom! Don’t cry!

I had to chuckle.

She couldn’t understand that I was stepping back in time 10 years to when she got her ears pierced the first time.

She was so cute and very brave.

She didn’t cry or tear-up in the slightest.

Now I was watching her again and it hit me.

My girls are all grown-up.

Yes, the younger 2 will be at home for a bit longer, but they are little girls no longer.


Anne hugged me and tried to make me feel better.

Sis grinned and reminded me I was already emotional since we were doing this on her 20th birthday.

As soon as they were finished I insisted on a picture.

They gladly consented.

Now, each time I see their lovely earrings I think of the fun outing.

I’m so blessed by God.

Our daughters are all people I’m thrilled to be in contact with.

They are unique and a blessing.

I truly can’t imagine life without them.

So as I learn to enjoy these last times of my daughters altogether, I am trying to make them count.

As we all grow older our lives will change and we will spend less time together.

I want the times I have left to be valuable.

Not focused on what we are doing, but truly pouring into who we are becoming in Christ.

Dear Jesus,

Thank You so much for our girls. It is difficult for me not to worry about the future. I find myself trying to plan things that are unrealistic just to ensure their peace and comfort. I know this world is not a peaceful or comfortable place much of the time, so please help me to instead focus on honing their character. Please walk with them in a personal way, so no matter their path they will trust and follow You. Again, thank You for our beautiful daughters! “

Translation please!


I came home to these,

on my dining room table,

next to my lunch.

I wasn’t too surprised.

Our son received a bug science kit for his birthday and we’ve been graced with a sliverfish, several flies, and a cat flea to observe in the cool plastic holders.

I just wasn’t expecting them on the table next to my lunch.

I didn’t even mention that some people would find it rather inhibiting to their appetite.

I didn’t need a translation or explanation.

I understood why it was sitting next to my food.

Our boy wanted me to see it first thing and I normally eat lunch right after work.

A memory surfaced while eating with the flies.

When Jase was four or five we lived in a two story house.

I was upstairs working on the computer and Jase brought me something.

“Look Momma, he’s my friend!  He likes me!”

I looked over to see a honeybee crawling around on his fingers.

“Oh! Well…” (don’t panic and upset either of them!) “I think he would like it some much more outside in the sunshine!  Why don’t you take him outside!”

And he eventually was convinced the bee would like the outdoors.

Or the other time when he was 3 and came running in to show me something.

He was so excited about it he couldn’t get his words out more than,  “Look! Look!”

How he managed the next set of events I really can’t say.

What I can tell you is as he tried to climb up into my lap to show me the freshly dug worm he was so excited he dropped it…down the front of my shirt.


When he lost his prize he then was very upset about it being damaged and instantly wanted to retrieve it.

I was able to extract the worm without damaging it and made certain he took it back outside.

I remember thinking only mothers of small boys would be able to get how I felt at that moment.

And there have been so many more moments with our son.

We had one yesterday.

We watched I Am Potential.

If you’ve not seen it, it’s worth watching.

When it was over our son looked at me and said,  “Why has God made me so different? Why is everything so hard and people don’t understand me?”

I was able to remind him of Patrick Henry.

He says the same thing in the movie.

“Why did God make me so different? ”

Then I reminded our son of how God has used Patrick Henry to share encouragement and the truth of Who God is with many many people.

“Do you think God has a plan for my life too?”

I had to work at keeping my voice soft and not allowing too much emotion.

“Absolutely buddy. Absolutely!  We just don’t know what it is yet.”

Those were words which struck deep.

His voice became stronger and he held his head up.

He began to explain why the movie and other movies like Wonder were an encouragement to him.

They were people who were different from others, people who were often misunderstood.

“I know what that feels like, Mom.”

“I know how that hurts.”

I grabbed my phone and we watched some videos of David Ring and Nick Vuijcic.

What a joy to watch our son realize that no matter how the world sees him, he’s valuable in the eyes of God.

It’s a truth each of us needs to remember.

Each and every person is valued.

I am and so are you.

How I react to life needs to be from the view point of each person’s worth to my Lord Jesus, including my own.

Dear Father,

Thank You for this wonderful reminder and a chance to teach our son his value. Please help him to fully understand how much You love him. Help him to learn what You have planned for him. Show him Yourself. Please continue to teach me how to be his translator. Help me to know how to help him. Again, thank You for Your never ending loving-kindness, mercy, and truth. I love You, Jesus. ♡

Again, praising the Lord


This time we had a friend over who is a nurse.

We didn’t go to the ER.

We did go to the Urgent Care.

Three stitches.

No basketball for a while.

She’s handling the pain and the set back well.

I wish I could say the same.


I didn’t cry, or get sappy.

Nor did I smile.

Instead I struggled with worry, guilt, and fear.

I wish I’d handled it all with peace and joy.

However, I am still learning.

On our drive home I started realizing how much I have to be thankful for.

Thankful for the friend who dropped everything to come check it out.

Thankful for the medical professionals who cleaned and stitched it.

Thankful for my husband’s job through which we have insurance.

Thankful for our daughter’s cheerful attitude.

Thankful for our friends’ prayers.

Thankful for the car which got us to the Urgent Care.

Thankful for my hubby who was calm and at ease through the entire process.

Thankful for Jesus and His faithful provision.

Come to think of it, the more I focused on these things the less I felt the guilt, worry, and fear.

No wonder God’s word tells us to take every thought captive.

So I can say:
Again! Again I’m praising the Lord for all He has done!



These are our kids.

I love them deeply.

I pray for them continually.

I thank God for them daily.

And yet even though our oldest is grown and married I still feel a huge responsibility to train, teach, hone, and encourage.

I’m always looking for ways to improve or add or teach.

As an example I’ve been inspired to write Scripture and encouraging quotes on our chalkboard.

As I was searching for quotes I found these:

“My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.”
George Washington

“I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.”

“All that I am,  or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.”
Abraham Lincoln

There were many more which reflected each man’s personal walk with God.

It was obvious they each were men of extreme faith.

The combination of their comments on God and their mothers impacted me.

They inspired me.

Two monumental men who shaped history by their lives were not quiet about their faith or their upbringing.

How seldom do I stop and get even a glimmer of what my efforts in bringing up our children are worth.

Yet, I am so grateful to my own mother and father for raising me.

I needed an extra charge of encouragement as a mom.

Like all mothers I get bogged down with all I don’t do correctly or the things I want to teach but haven’t yet.

These quotes from men of history helped me reflect on the positive impact of a parent.

I want to be that positive person and so does my husband.

So today I’m praising God for 2 mothers I’ve never met.

Two women who raised sons.

I’m certain they had no idea what those boys would grow into.

And I’m following Mrs. Lincoln’s example.

I’m praying for our children everyday,  each one.

I’m leaving the results up to Jesus.

After all it is through the impact He has made that I’m able to impact my children.

Praise God for impact.

Praising the Lord for…


(This was a free photo shoot as a promotion for a local business.)

Mom and son date!

I wasn’t expecting it.

My husband has taken the girls on dates for years.

The last time he did our son asked when it was his turn.

I asked him if he wanted to go on a date with Dad.

“No, I want to take you on a date!”


Me, the mom, right!

So we were visiting in town with family when he asked again.

“When are we going on a date Mom?”

I said, “Not today.”

My husband wisely suggested I change plans.

We were already in town.

We had the time.

Why not?

So off we went to the movies.

I was a bit nervous about taking Jase to see the new Star Wars.

I like to preview movies.

More than once I’ve been out in the hall with our son, because something on the big screen was too much for him to take.

I don’t mind standing in the hall.

I do mind my son being upset.

Since he has trouble communicating it can take days for him to be able to explain what bothered him and why.

It can be a grueling experience for both of us.

However, as he improves he’s more able to share his feelings and thoughts.

As the movie began I wasn’t sure how this would all turn out, but I was willing to give it a try.

It was worth the risk to bless our son.

And I’m praising the Lord for it.

We enjoyed the movie.

We only had to step out once.

(Mostly to use the restroom.)

And as we left the theater Jase was bubbling over with all he liked about the film.

It was fun for both of us.

It was a memory we will cherish.

It is another opportunity to praise the Lord.



Well, if you recognize this room from other posts you’ll know it’s the ER.

This was Friday morning.

Friday night was our first game of the season.

And our Anne was in the ER getting her arm x-rayed.

I waited to hear what my heart was already dreading.


Her arm was broken and her season is on hold.

This is her Freshman year and I had been looking forward to watching both our girls play high school ball together.

And it may still happen.

It just won’t be when I expected.

As I prepared to go to the game I kept having to check my emotions.

I felt horrible about Anne’s arm.

I knew God was still working, but I couldn’t get past feeling bad.

Sis had come by to work on homework so she was there as I was trying to get past the sad.

She looked at me as I washed dishes.

“Mom, you’re not crying are you?”

“Well, let’s say I’m trying not to.”

“Are you that upset over her arm?”

I stopped for a moment and realized it wasn’t just her arm, it was her disappointment at missing the game and possibly the season. It was the irritation of the circumstances which had changed our plan so drastically. It was my own frustration of being completely unable to fix it.

“Well…if your daughter broke her arm wouldn’t you be sad?”

“Since you put it that way, yes.

I had to get those words out to realize it’s okay to feel sad.

She’s going to be fine, but as a parent it’s understandable that I’d feel down about my daughter being hurt.

It actually made me feel better.

As a mom I’m supposed to love my kids and want them to be healthy and well.

Yet life happens and I need to make wise choices even when my emotions are less than thrilled.

So I chose to be honest about all I was feeling and then asked the Lord to help restore my attitude into one of support and encouragement.

And He did.

Whenever I need an adjustment He’s always ready and able to point me in the right direction.

It turns out Anne isn’t devastated about not being able to play.

Coach let her ride on the bus and film the game, and it was fun.

She’s not enjoying every aspect of this, but she making the most of it.

How awesome is our God!

He can take anything  (even a broken arm) and use it for good.

I’m looking forward to seeing what He’s going to do next.