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Strength for the Weary Mom

In March of 2010, as I was planning Savannah’s high school graduation, I found out that I was pregnant. We were not surprised at this news, because we had planned this baby (as much as is humanly possible.) I was feeling very sure of my ability to take on another child when a woman on the graduation committee looked me right in my eyes and said, “Well, Heidi St. John, I admire you! You know what you’re getting into and you’re still willing to have another one!”

I forced a smile. “You must LOVE kids!” she said.

I confess. I was a little irritated. “We love our kids,” I replied, trying not to let my tone reveal my true feelings. “We’re excited to have another little one in our home.” I’m sure she didn’t realize it then, but her words stung. They exacerbated feelings of doubt and insecurity that were already there. After all, this was not her journey, I told myself. It was ours!

Four months later, as I was listening to the commencement address at Savannah’s graduation service, my mind wandered. The small kicks and hiccups of our unborn daughter Saylor Jane left no doubt in my mind: I was so in love with this new little one!  Our children had readily embraced the fact that they were going to be sharing a bedroom with another sibling. I was slowly collecting newborn clothes again (it had been five years since we had a baby) and searching Craigslist for a crib.

I thought I had gotten over the looks and condescending statements from others and I was feeling pretty good about our decision when all of the sudden my mind filled with doubt and worry. I thought about the sleepless nights that were ahead of me.  I wondered how my body was going to hold up under the strain of another pregnancy. After all, I wasn’t a young girl anymore.

“For you do not wrestle against flesh and blood…” Eph 4

In case you don’t believe it yet, let me assure you, the devil is real. I felt his icy grip on my heart as my thoughts of confidence turned to doubt and worry.

When Savannah was born, I was in my early twenties. Now, I was facing pregnancy and birth in my early forties. What was I doing? I thought I had the strength I needed to run the race that was before me, but when I looked at the five children who had yet to graduate from high school and felt the kick of our seventh child within me, my knees went a little weak.  What was I even doing?

“Take every thought captive …” I heard the Lord gently interrupt my wandering heart.

Satan wages his deadly war against us on the battlefield of the mind. I knew I needed to take my thoughts captive. “Lord, help me! Remind me of Your love and strength! Replace these thoughts with Your thoughts!”

God is so faithful. He gently comforted me and the feelings of insecurity began to fade as I repeated His name: Jesus, Jesus. My life is yours. This child is blessing, just like you say in Your word. Thank you that You can be trusted.

It was then that I knew it for sure: I was still at the beginning of a journey that would take me many more years to complete. I had completed eighteen years—and I was starting again, except that this time, I had the blessing of perspective.

Really, veteran moms are not much different than new moms aside from that one beautiful thing. Perspective changes you. It gives you a heads-up that new moms don’t have. Veteran moms know how fast time goes by.

If you are not sure where to get the strength you’ll need for the journey, I want to encourage you—because this beautifully broken mother of seven would like to give you a gentle hug and a high-five as I point you to the true well-spring of life and strength: Jesus.

That’s where strength is found.

He wants to make you strong… but you’ve got to come to the place of wanting His strength in order to find it. God doesn’t require strength for the journey, either. His promise to you is that as you come to Him, you will find strength. His gift is living water; hope for the hopeless, strength for the weary.

Run to him, precious mom. Strength is found in the arms of Jesus. Wherever you are, take a moment and talk to God. He’s waiting. He’s listening.

Lord, help me to be like Abraham, who, by faith, when called to go to a place where he would later receive his inheritance, obeyed and went… not because he knew the outcome, but because he trusted you.

Oh that we would have faith like Abraham! God is faithful!

To the Older Mom (on Encouraging Younger Moms)

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As summer gets underway and most children are out of school for a while, the stores, playgrounds, libraries, and other public places get more and more crowded with parents and their school-age children. As I was planning my day and thinking about the errands I needed to run, I began to remember when my children were much younger and had to run all of my errands with me. Because it’s been so long since my children were little, it’s easy for me to forget how difficult it can be to grocery shop with young children!

But here’s the real point. Not long ago when I was at the store, I heard a small child having a meltdown. Before I had children of my own, I would have immediately judged the mother of that child. I would have automatically assumed that she must be doing something wrong or that she was too permissive or that she didn’t teach her child to obey or be patient while shopping.

Having been a mother for almost 20 years now has really changed my perspective! And as the mother of a severely autistic child and another with Asperger’s, my perspective has changed even more.

Now when I hear or see a mom dealing with (struggling with) a child who’s having a meltdown or a child who won’t take no for an answer, I remind myself to pray for that mom and that child. I remind myself that, even though that child looks perfectly fine and healthy, he or she may be dealing with autism or Asperger’s. Or that child may simply be having a difficult day for some reason. Or the mom may be having a difficult day—and many children “feed” off the mom’s emotions and reactions without realizing it.

If I catch that mom’s eye, I smile at her. If I have a chance, I say something encouraging or supportive. Even if all I say is, “I remember when my children were small. It can be so hard sometimes!” that mom knows I haven’t judged her. That I understand. That I’ve been through it too and have emerged (mostly) unscathed.

So I’m reminding myself during this season of seeing more mothers and small children out and about to be careful to be understanding. To try not to jump to conclusions. To attempt to give grace whenever possible. To remember those days and how difficult they were and how much it meant to me when another mom smiled and said something supportive. And I’m trying to do the same.

Sometimes we moms are so quick to judge. So this summer I’m making an effort to remember that my “job” as an older mom is to encourage younger moms. To set a good example. To be there for the younger moms in my life when they need help or ideas or understanding.

What about you? Can you think of ways to encourage younger moms with small children who may feel discouraged or overwhelmed? Whether you have a small idea like the one I wrote about here or whether you have a much bigger idea that will touch the lives of many women, I would love to hear from you! Please comment with your thoughts or ideas!

How to Tell If You Are Too Busy (By Looking At Your Legs)


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You are busy.

But are you too busy?

How can a mom tell when she has crossed line from Acceptably Busy into Too Much Busy?

I have a few different “Busy Rulers” in my life. A peek into my purse or my minivan will give you a good idea of whether or not I’ve been running around busy, but there’s a much simpler, more accurate method for diagnosing Too Busy Syndrome.

Look down.

At your legs.

What do you see? 

  • If your legs remind you of the Amazon Rainforest… you might be too busy.
  • If you think you might need to borrow your husband’s hair clippers before you pull out your razor… you might be too busy.
  • If you have been wearing pants or leggings for three weeks straight to hide your legs, even to bed… you might be too busy.
  • If your children catch sight of your legs and exclaim, “Your legs look like Dad’s!!”… YOU MIGHT BE TOO BUSY!

The Shaved Legs Principle

Now don’t get me wrong: this post isn’t about shaving your legs, or leggings, and it’s especially not about vanity. I’m not saying that if you don’t shave your legs every day then you’re doing something wrong, because I don’t know any mother who has that kind of time! (Shucks, I will admit that I often run out in capri pants with a little bit of stubble showing. This post is definitely not about keeping perfectly shaved legs!)

What I *am* asking you to ask yourself is this: “Am I so busy that I don’t have the time to take care of myself, the way I want to take care of myself?”

If the answer is “yes” then you know you have been spending your time in other ways – probably all very good and noble and important – which have prevented you from taking even a small amount of time to take care of yourself.

And if you have neglected to take care of yourself long enough that you feel you need to bring in power tools or hide it to avoid embarrassment, then you know you definitely need to cut back a little.

But if you could say that this is a regular occurrence, that you regularly find yourself trying to cram in a few minutes just to shave your legs? Then there’s a very good chance you might need to cut back a lot and let some things go.

Maybe your problem isn’t your legs.

Maybe it’s never having time to trim or file your raggedy nails, except that one that tears and catches on everything so you have to stop and deal with *that* one.

Maybe you are always behind on other things you’d like to do for yourself, such as self-coloring your hair, or plucking your eyebrows, or taking care of those stray chin hairs.

Make no mistake – self-pampering and indulgence are not the goal here. Taking care of yourself, both what you need to do and what you want to do, is important for so many reasons. 

  • As mothers we are setting hygiene examples for our children.
  • As wives, we are holding a hygiene standard for our marriage.
  • As Christian women, we are honoring God by being good stewards of what he gave us (and that may or may not include shaving your legs if you want, but that does include taking the time to take care of ourselves as we each fit and appropriate).

Furthermore, if you are so so busy that you feel like you are always behind on taking care of yourself, there’s a really good chance you are also feeling overwhelmed and behind in a lot of other areas, too. 

I write about all this, because I know this. I have been too busy too often for a while now. (Especially the last three weeks. I’m wondering if my razor is going to be able to handle the job.) I haven’t made time to file my rough nails, push back my cuticles, get my hair done, or check for chin hairs.

All of these things are flags, warning signs, for the house I’ve been struggling to maintain, the homeschool I’ve been trying to stay on top of, the church stuff, the family stuff…all the things I am juggling. A simple look down at my legs or my nails tells me that I need to re-evaluate how I am spending my time. Certainly not *all* the ways I am busy are noble, or good, or important.

So please, do not feel like you need to keep a perfectly clean shaven, manicured, and coiffed appearance at all times, because that is not what I want you to take away from this. I want you start seeing those little undone self-upkeep tasks as reminders. Let the undone tasks remind you to make time to take care of yourself.

When you start to feel too busy and you ask yourself, “Am I just busy or am I *too* busy?”

Well, just take a look down at your legs.

Hairy Amazon Rainforest Legs don’t lie. 

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 For Those Who Are In An Unavoidable Busy Season Of Life: 

On a serious note, I feel the need to add this: There are THINGS in this life that we will go through, things that make life harder, things that make it harder for us to take time for us. And if you are there, you do get a free “Unshaved Legs Pass” because honestly, shaving is much less important than holding a dying loved one’s hand. If you are there, I would encourage you to stay strong, lean into Jesus, and take whatever brief moments you can grab to take care of yourself–but don’t fret what you can’t do as you spend your time focusing on what most needs to be done. 

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The Beautiful Laugh: 5 Reasons to Indulge in Your Endorphins

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Just recently I listened to a great podcast by Michael Hyatt.  It was on the power of a smile.  His discussion revealed that the up-turned corners of your mouth is one of the first forms of communication we share with other humans.  It went onto detail that our smile {in as much our face} is the beginning point for many relationships.

I resonated so much with his words.  With the spiritual gifts of teaching and exhortation embedded in me, I am hardwired by Him to notice the hope that can transcend from one to another.  There is nothing greater received than the freedom that comes from handing over the opportunity to believe better. This hope is the transference of optimism.  A smile is one greatly underestimated action that can do just this.

But a smile is just the beginning.  Laughter is so much the middle we neglect when it comes to life’s beautiful through the all too often buried and burdened steps on this earth.  We forget to laugh.  We skip over the giggles for the prudence of the present. For checklists marked off and for hustle over heart more times than we moms can count.

Laughter matters.  It’s the action verb of a smile.  It’s critical that women not discount the times we let loose not just for ourselves, but for our family, too. The beautiful?  The really beautiful laugh.  They gut bust and chuckle more for the sake of sanctity. Of serenity. Of sending out Him in those easy times.  As God’s creatures, we are nothing short of beautiful.  It’s important that we do our very best to live that out.

5 reasons

1.  Laughter relieves stress.  

This post is proof that LOLs are so very good agents causing us to let go of the strain and drain of daily life.  Be it family, your job, you location or your finances, laughter can leave you a little more ready and able to face the grind.

2.  Laughter releases endorphins.

If you’ve ever wondered why you feel a complete lift after a fit of laughter, this post will help explain why.  Laughter is just one of God’s natural enhancers of life.

3.  Laughter is exercise.

This post is a bit more proof in the pudding that laughter utilizes calories and increases core strength.  Physical movement is a key factor in a human’s well being.

4.  Laughter is contagious.

This post. Yes.  It’s proven research that when you hear someone else laugh, your brain responds.  And you know what?  People need the prompting.  So often, I have needed to cheerful explosion that was caused by someone else’s giggles.  The best life lived is the one that’s lived together.  Teamwork.  Sisterhood.  Family.

5.  Laughter communicates humanity.

We need reminders that there is no perfection. That all the answers aren’t supposed to be known.  That things break and spills happen.  It’s this equal-ness that laughter does such a wonderful job of transcending.  This post actually documents 5 steps in which you can learn to laugh at your mistakes.

I just recently signed up to Happify.  It’s a super cool resource that helps to set you on a healthy track to gleaning more from a happy life.  It’s free and ultra simple to navigate, too.

Find the beautiful there in yourself.  And make it a point to send it out purposefully.  With a determination to gain great amounts of joy with those you love, those you lead and those who need the beautiful that only you can give them.

Tell me.  What’s got you laughing today?

See you soon!

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Things Not to Say to Moms of Special Needs Kids

In my almost 20 years as the mom of a severely autistic daughter, I’ve been questioned, judged, accepted, ignored, loved, rejected, and just about everything in between! I’ve also learned a lot. One of the things I like to do whenever possible is help and support other moms of special needs kids. But lately, I’ve realized that a great way to help special needs moms is to share some of my own experiences with moms who don’t have special needs kids and who might feel uncomfortable or not know how to react and respond to those of us who do. So today I’m sharing with you a few tips and ideas that I hope will be helpful.

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First, please try not to judge us or our children. Thankfully, most people are pretty understanding. There are those, however, who are less than understanding and a few who are downright rude. When my daughter throws a fit in Wal-Mart, it’s not because she’s spoiled. It’s because she has a hard time with crowds, is over-stimulated by all of the products and all of the noise around her, and she isn’t able to tolerate waiting in line very long. But I feel like it’s important for her to go with me now and then because, just like you, I run out of milk and eggs sometimes, and I can’t always find a sitter so I can go to the store. For that reason, she needs to stay in the habit of going with me when it’s absolutely necessary. It’s not much fun for either of us, but it has to happen once in a while.

Second, please don’t act like our kids have the plague. Our kids are people just like other kids even though they may look and act different. We know you’re a little nervous around them because you’re not certain what they may say or do. But it hurts our feelings (and probably our kids’ feelings too) when you intentionally avoid being around us or go the other way when you see us coming. It hurts when we see your nervous stare as we pass by. Can you please just smile as we go by and maybe even say hello? It’s ok to look at us as long as you smile. Really.

Third, please don’t talk to our children like they’re babies (unless, of course, they are babies), but please do talk to them. My daughter is almost 20 years old. Even if you’re not sure, please talk to her as if she understands what you’re saying (she does). She may not respond, but she hears you. Even though she’s non-verbal and won’t answer you, I’m sure she enjoys knowing that you took the time and made the effort to include her in your greeting, and I appreciate it too.

Fourth, it’s ok to ask about our kids, but please be polite. Instead of asking, “What’s wrong with your daughter?” which happens more than you might think, please say something more like, “What’s your daughter’s diagnosis?” or, “Does your daughter have a diagnosis?” I don’t mind answering questions about her, but I feel much better about it when I feel like you’re asking in a polite way.

Fifth, there are times when we may have more trouble than usual being cheerful and carrying on with a smile, so please try to be understanding and supportive. For example, our kids’ birthdays can be especially hard for us. When our kids are still getting stuffed animals and blocks for their 16th birthdays, it’s hard for us not to be a little bit sad about it. (I’m not saying that you shouldn’t give our kids those things if that’s what they like. It’s still hard for us, though, to acknowledge that they’re at the stuffed-animals-and-blocks-developmental-level when they’re teenagers.) We’ve dreamed of our children one day being able to do things that are age-appropriate instead of appropriate to their developmental levels, yet we know that day may never come. So if we choose not to make birthdays a big deal or if we seem a little bit sad, just be supportive and kind.

Sixth, please resist the urge to tell us that “God gives special children to special parents.” We appreciate the sentiment, and we know you mean it as a compliment, but most of us don’t believe that God loved us so much that He “zapped” our kids. Yes, God loves us. That’s true! But we don’t believe that He’s showing us how much He loves us by giving our kids life-long physical or mental illnesses. Bad things happen to all of us even though God loves us all very much! Because Adam and Eve sinned and we live in a fallen world, sicknesses and injuries happen. So whether or not you agree, please just don’t say it. Trust me.

Finally, please don’t tell us that you understand. We know you mean well…really we do. But the honest truth is that you don’t understand because you can’t. And that’s ok. We don’t expect you to understand. All we really want is for you to let us cry if we need to. Let us be sad for a while if we need to. Let us know that you love us and that you’re there for us. You can’t take away the heartache or change our circumstances, but you can help us bear them. You can be our friends and love us just as we are. And we will love you for it.

On the inside, most moms just want the best for their children whether they have special needs or not. We moms and our kids are all better off when we support each other, and it’s my prayer that these tips I’ve shared may be helpful.

If you have any tips to share, please leave them in the comments!

Easy summer activities for children

An “un-Pinteresting” Summer

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I don’t know about you, but every year around this time I start getting an itch. You know, the one to feel the grass under my feet and the sun beating on my face! I love being outside, my kids love being outside, and let’s be honest, what momma isn’t ready for some outside playtime when she’s exhausted all her creative indoor activities and desperately wants to look at something other than these same four walls?!

I have visions of what summer will look like. Pinterest boards full of homemade, creative ideas bound to entertain my kids for hours. Memories will be built, laughter will abound! Then somewhere around mid-July, I start to panic as I realize my opportunity to complete my bucket list of summer ideas is slipping away from me. Somehow, my pin board meant to inspire creativity has left me feeling like a failure for buying bubble solution or chalk instead of making it myself. Instead of marveling at the wonder of the flowers growing and learning with my kids about the wonderful ways God helps our food to grow in our garden, I’ve spent 30 minutes distracted on my phone (or computer) and frustrated I don’t have the right ingredients for one single bubble recipe!

I have a new goal for this summer. This year, I want to play. I want to love on my babies, to experience life with them, to just have fun! So this year, I’m hoping for an “un-Pinteresting” summer! This doesn’t mean I won’t do anything creative or different, but I’m hoping to scale it back. Not because there is anything wrong with doing these things for our family, but because there is something very wrong with measuring myself by how many pinned ideas I’ve completed. Anyone want to join me?

Here are my tips and plans for how to have an “un-Pinteresting” summer, along with a few inexpensive toys that get a lot of use in our family.

1. Public lakes – There is such fun to be had in a day at the lake! I can’t think of a single time that we’ve regretted a day spent playing in the sand and swimming. It can feel like so much work to pack everybody and everything up, to sunscreen squirmy little bodies, not to mention the 4pm meltdown when everybody is exhausted and we still have to all get back to the car somehow. BUT, the memories made in the hours between? Priceless. Bonus – times when we get to go with friends are just so wonderful! My kids have extra playmates, I have some backup when the natives get a little crazy, and I get to have conversation with a friend in the meantime! Favorite lake toys – My girlie LOVES to spend hours in the sand making ice cream for all of us around, and my boy could be happy for the day with this road roller and some monster trucks.

2. Chalk – The possibilities really are endless! One of our favorite things is to draw a racetrack on our driveway for bike races, foot races, scooters, anything really! A smaller version for hot wheels is always a favorite too. Hopscotch, tracing people and drawing outfits, spelling, rock toss games, there are so many things to imagine with chalk. There’s something too about their hands being busy that seems to open up conversation with my kiddos. I love hearing what is on their heart while we sit and doodle together.  I think vivid colors are worth paying for, so I spend an extra couple of dollars and buy the Crayola Sidewalk Chalk that is readily available.

3. Bubbles – Who doesn’t love bubbles?! Babies to big kids (and dogs!) love to chase bubbles. I love the giggles that seem to appear so quickly when I pull out the bubble gun and chase my kiddos around. Using a bubble gun means that there are no tears from the 3 year old that can’t make the bubbles work, and no lightheaded feeling from the mommy who’s been blowing bubbles for 25 minutes. Not to mention the number of bubbles produced, simply impossible to recreate with my own hot air!

4. A digging holeThese garden tools are wonderful! When we’re working on a project, the kids are usually right alongside us helping out with their own tools. Otherwise, we have a designated area in the yard, their digging hole. It’s a spot we’ve made theirs, and I don’t care if there’s ever any grass there, or what they do with it. They dig for HOURS. Hot Wheels, “guys,” ponies, all kinds of toys make their way into the digging hole at some point during the summer. All kinds of adventures happen here, and the dirty fingers and toes at dinnertime make this momma’s heart melt. Dirt covered toes are just a symbol of a fun day here at this house!

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5. Picnics – Sometimes our picnics will be well thought out, in perfect settings, with a perfect menu. Sometimes it will look like pb/j on a blanket under the tree. But they always love it! There’s something magical to my kids about eating outside. And really, if they are going to be eating sticky popsicles, why not have it happen outside where I can send them through the sprinkler to wash off!

How about you? What are your favorite “un-Pinteresting” ideas to make memories with your kids this summer?

Kjirstin

Give Them Grace

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noun

Something that’s given but not deserved;
The free and unmerited favor of God; demonstrated when He sent His son as atonement for my sin

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Grace. It was the last thing on my mind last night when I noticed it was 9:30 p.m. and the kids were still going full-tilt—after I put them in bed for the third time. I just wanted them to go.to.sleep. I’ll be brave and admit that occasionally, I have to muster grace simply to be kind to my husband after an exhausting week of stress and challenge. He wants to come close—but, caught up in my own thoughts and weariness, I see him as “one more thing” on a list that presses me at every side. I push him away.  Yeah. I can be awesome like that.

The truth? I have to work to be gracious. My nature is not to extend grace at every opportunity. I wish it was. And yet, God has blessed me with an amazing man to love and honor—and wonder of wonders, He saw fit to entrust us, a couple of kids ourselves, with with seven kids of our own.

It’s daunting to realize that my kids are learning about grace … from me. To be honest, I sometimes wonder if God got the wrong girl. You see, I came to this motherhood thing broken in a thousand ways. I needed healing and grace. In short, I needed Jesus.

Over the past 24 years, God has shown me ten-thousand different kinds of grace. He’s good like that.  God, through His son, Jesus, is grace personified. In fact, whenever you read the word grace in the Bible, you can substitute the name of Jesus. What does grace look like? It looks like Jesus. What does it sound like? It sounds like Jesus. Last week, as I sat alone on the floor of my bedroom, I had to ask myself: do I sound like Jesus? What are my children learning of God’s grace from me?

When you read the word "grace" in the Bible, try substituting "Jesus." Jesus was grace personified.

Sometimes, I admit, I don’t sound very much like Jesus to my kids. And honestly? If I can’t get that right, my witness isn’t worth very much. My kids know the “real” me.  They will reflect to the world the kind of grace they learn at home. It matters now more than ever—because the world is asking important questions right now.

Christianity is on trial—and that means the very name of Jesus is on trial.

What do our lives say about our Savior’s love and grace?

Do you have a child in need of a special touch? Show her grace. {Jesus}

Have friends let you down? Give them grace. {Jesus}

Are there unwise “friends” on social media driving you crazy? Say grace-filled things, or say nothing. {be Jesus-filled}

You can tell the truth and still be gracious.

We’ve got to know how to give—and receive—grace.

Why? Because God wants us to teach it. To testify. To bear witness to the faithful goodness of God.

Paul understood this. He wrote:

But I do not account my life of any value nor as precious to myself, if only I may finish my course and the ministry that I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God. Acts 20:24

He knew his ministry was to testify to the gospel of the grace of God. He knew that grace was the big deal.

The word grace is as over-used as “cool” these days, and I think we’ve forgotten how powerful grace is. Grace is love, personified. Grace is underserved favor poured out over a lost world in the name of Jesus.

If you are not talking about what grace is with your kids, now is the time. We need it big-time in this country right now.

Need some help communicating what grace looks like with your loves? Read stories of grace to them. Kids resonate with stories. Jesus knew this. He used stories to illustrate many things.

Need a place to start? Read with your kids. In Lee Strobel’s book, A Case for Grace for Kids, I found stories of God’s grace. Powerful stories. Ugly-cry stories, if you wanna know the truth. If you have kids ages 9-12, this is a good option for you—but I’ll admit: we read it with our little and not-so-little loves. It’s powerful to hear about the redeeming power of God’s grace.

Give—and receive grace, sweet moms.

You are loved,
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PS: Here’s a little shot in the arm for you —a little more on Psalm 127. Don’t mind the noise in the background. It was laundry day and there was a woodpecker at war with my husband. It’s a little crazy, but it’s my life. 🙂