A Weak Homeschooler’s Prayer
Might I humbly share what I wrote this morning in my prayer journal? Lord, these days are long, when my husband leaves for work and doesn’t return until after the kids are in bed. Give me strength… no, not only strength but a different perspective. Not thinking “Oh, what a long day ahead… how will I get through it?” but instead, “Oh, what a great day I now have to spend with our children. How blessed I am for these long, quiet, safe, holy days.” It sounds cheesy but how different my life would be if I looked at all things from a positive perspective instead of subconsciously thinking the worst.…
No pretenses… just PERSPECTIVE.
I want to tell you the TRUTH about our family. As we embark on another year… another year of living, of parenting, marriage, growth, change, striving, I feel a strong urge to open up and talk about how I’m feeling. Right now, I’m more committed than ever to motherhood, to wifehood (I’m making up a word), to my relationship with Jesus Christ, to letting Him mold me. And oh my goodness, there’s a LOT of molding that needs to take place up in here. And I feel more committed than ever to write from the deep, dark corners of my heart and soul. That means the good, the amazing, the horrible, and…
Perfection for the Imperfect
We’ve had some very, very rough weeks. The days have been ridiculously hot and I’ve lost my cool. Little boys who think they’re men push their luck and their Mama’s buttons. I yell too much. I’m weary. I’m not enjoying things as I usually do. I drone a continuous, “Please shut the gate. Why is the door open? The flies are coming in. PLEASE SHUT THE DOOR! Don’t hit your sister. Don’t touch your brother. Give that back. Don’t throw sand. Don’t throw toads. Be nice to the dog. Don’t pull the toad’s legs. Don’t colour on that. Don’t eat that. Don’t lick that. Please, PLEASE, PLEAAAASE stop arguing. Just…
