I have made a promise to my family that we would listen to more worship music throughout the day. What fun to play some toe-tapping music that praises our God? It sure does make getting in a bad mood a bit more difficult and sometimes brothers need all the help they can get.
If you’re trying to break up sibling frustration, a gloomy day, or just get your children moving - pop in a Kid’s Worship CD and enjoy an afternoon dance party. Play worship music before your children leave for school.
The new year always presents a list of new goals and challenges. It’s easy to add “family scripture time” to your 2016 list of family goals.
We decided to pick a “word of the day” - in alphabetical order – for everyone to spend the day looking up that one word in their bibles. When we found a verse we really liked that captured that one word we would write it down to share later at dinner.
This is a great opportunity for my children to become familiar with topical bible studies, a
December is a wonderful month for mail. I absolutely love sending packages, cards, and sweet gifts to friends. Have you ever considered how many people “behind the scenes” touch our packages? As a mailman’s daughter, let me tell you … a lot of people are involved getting your treasure to another’s front door.
When I was a little girl my dad walked door to door delivering mail. This was back in the day when your mailbox was attached to your house near your front door. In that world, you knew
Christmas is a beautiful time of year. The lovely decorations, joyful music, and warmth of baked goods call out to young and old to come together to rejoice in a newborn babe. We share “Christmas Cheer” as we thank God for sending His Son as the best gift one can receive.
Yet the holiday season can be very difficult for some of our family and friends. Loss does not make room for a tree. Loss does not know the words to the carols. Loss does not notice the twinkling of lights.
Change the world? Really? I’m sure at some point or another, we’ve all thought about what it might look like to change the world. It is a bit overwhelming, actually. It was once said by Paul Shane Spear that “As one person I cannot change the world, but I can change the world of one person.” If several of us try this, we will change the worlds of many!
So, just how are we going to tackle this feat? Start small. Buy a Christmas gift made by an artisan in a developing country. You see,
1620 Pilgrims seeking religious freedom set sail for a new land. A year later only half the crew had survived the journey. Those survivors celebrated their first “Thanksgiving” praising God. This Thanksgiving many of us in America have much to be thankful.
Did you know, Thanksgiving was not considered a national holiday until 1941? We love this holiday of gathering with loved ones on the fourth Thursday of November feasting on a spread of delicious food. Most often the main course consists of
The Birth Mom. A key player in the world of orphans and adoption. One could argue, quite possibly, the most important. If you have the fortune to meet her, and look deep in her eyes, you’ll see a story. Rest assured that every single birth mother has a story.
I have to confess, when I entered the world of adoption as a serious contender, I was shocked to find out how many orphans actually still have a living parent. Both in the US and abroad. I was quickly reminded that it is not my job
We read the miracle of Jesus feeding five thousand in John 6 because one boy had 2 fish and 5 loaves. We’re impressed with the multitude Jesus fed that day, even the disciples were too busy with their eyes on the crowd. Can we just take a second to think about the boy? A little boy who gave a little thing to God’s Son. As a mom of boys … I am so proud of him!
What little thing can you give?
Tuesday mornings I drop off one boy for homeschool classes and take the other straight to a drive
The first time I saw her. I remember the first time I saw my daughter. It was April 10, 2010, Ghana, West Africa.
She was sleepy. She had just woken from a nap. My husband and I were on foot from our hotel to her foster home. We were told to prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Reality can sometimes be clouded by magical thinking about meeting your forever child. That moment. This moment. This is what I had been praying about for years. I was SO excited! Or was I anxious?
I am always trying to find unique opportunities for my boys to serve. To be honest, I usually get caught up in the overly detailed big planned events. You know, one special day on the calendar when we put on our matching church shirts, smiles, and head out to help others.Our serving can feel mechanical, somewhat robotic. The heart is removed from the situation and the service opportunity feels more like something to check off my "to do" list. Maybe we can overthink serving?I notice every time