We’re riding over to my aunt and uncle’s house for the reunion type holiday gathering. The Christmas music is playing from the local Christian station. An ad comes on. The voice lists all the goodness of the season. Christmas lights, children not able to sleep on Christmas Eve, good food, family. This is what Christmas is all about, the voice says. Littlest Girl doesn’t let
I’ve always loved the old hymns. Like many, I was fortunate to be raised on them. They are a part of me. For quite a while now, I’ve made sure I spend part of my morning quiet time flipping through that hymnal. Pausing on a favorite. Remembering the chorus of another. Each hymn holds such wonderful truth. Most hymns have the ability to transport me
The community helpers puzzle. Its pieces dumped in the floor, again. I find myself frustrated, again. Frustrated to pick up the pieces and frustrated we were all sick. Frustrated we couldn’t get out and help the victims of recent flooding. Practical Prayer But the Lord calmly gave me an answer, in His patient way. As I was picking up each puzzle piece, He said, “Pray.”
Just rest, Mama. The Lord has been reminding me that rest is what I need. He’s been reminding me of the habit of rest. His habit of rest. He’s been telling me for several weeks. Step back and rest. –> Step out of the urgent into the quiet, out of your regular spot. Look to the source of strength. (Luke 4: 42-43) But, I must
In my time with family over Christmas and in these days leading up to the new year, I have been reflecting. Reflecting on God’s goodness. His constant provision. His direction and love over our family, our homeschool. We sat down as a family this past weekend. We dreamed, we planned, we talked. Some specific goals, some homeschool goals, maybe some places we’d like to go.
“With Jesus Christ at the center, our aim is to shape both minds and hearts in his image.” ~This is a sponsored post. See full disclosure policy for more details~ The iPad is a homeschooling tool in our home in many ways. We use apps to supplement and enrich various subjects. Not long ago, my husband admitted he no longer carries a Bible to church
She brought it on a Sunday filled with homemade mashed potatoes. I admired the yellow bowl. So she gave it to me. Nana gave me my grandmother’s bowl. A yellow Pyrex bowl she’d found in the old shed on the farm. My grandfather had likely taken it out there to hold something. Probably something he shouldn’t have like dirt – red Georgia clay. He was