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 started with a clean slate planning and dreaming for the new year. We sat down as a family this past weekend. We dreamed, we planned, we talked.
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
A long-time and long-loved recipe in our family is Mama Ann’s Morning Bars. Morning bars are a family classic from my grandmother, Mama Ann. One of those recipes we’ve come to expect her to always have at her house. My children beg for morning bars. If I can’t make the bars right away then the children figure out some way to eat the black raspberry
This simple recipe paints such a vivid picture of the resurrection story. Resurrection rolls have quickly become a family Easter tradition. Ever since Little Sanctuary posted the Resurrection rolls instructions, we look forward to this tradition. (Thank you, friend!) Resurrection Rolls Be prepared for some literal interpretations of the Easter story though. I still remember what our then, three-year-old, said. We’d carefully dipped the marshmallow
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.”