You ARE an Artist!
Both my grandfathers planted their gardens on Good Friday. We’ve adopted this tradition as well. The Good Friday garden. Good Friday Garden And while it’s a good practice to wait until Good Friday because all danger of frost has past, we’ve discovered another significance. We talk about Easter. We pour that fresh soil into a flower bed. And a little finger makes a little hole
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
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
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
“I’m sad my baptism is over,” she says as she comes in from the backyard. “Oh sweet girl,” I answer. “It was a day you will always remember. But guess what? You have so much to look forward to. This is only the beginning. You will always be growing as a Christian and learning more about God. I’m still learning too.” Always. Restore to me
“I predicted yesterday that today would be great. My estimate was correct.” ~ Littlest Girl A weary Mama at the end of a very full day sure needed to hear that. And doesn’t He know just what we need? Maybe I should always anticipate the great, count all the good. The daily gifts… A link to glorious music emailed from a friend at just the
We are smack dab in the middle of the morning when he asks. He’s looking far away, out the window. “When will God come to town?” It’s these moments of parenting. Seizing opportunities to teach in the every day. These moments are the most fruitful. You can plan days full of learning, buy stacks of curriculum, but nothing teaches like these moments. I smile and
“Mama, I need a towel because I did one of the nature prompts,” she calls through the cracked open back door. I look and her feet are covered in clay. I smile. “Make a little mud and walk through it in your bare feet.” ~ August Outdoor Hour Challenge Newsletter Earlier I had printed the Outdoor Hour Challenges nature study grid and placed it in
