God has taught me a lot about doing the next thing and stepping out in obedience over the past few years. And I am thrilled that I had the opportunity to write a part of my story for the most recent issue of Fullfill Magazine. My journey that began by sewing a few dresses with mom and led to teaching sewing classes in Haiti is a fun one to tell. (And I know God isn’t finished with the story yet). Plus there is something so sweet about seeing this photo in the magazine layout. I’ll never ever forget the little girl with…
She stands over six feet tall and doesn’t mind sliding a cuss word into a conversation. I am five three on a good day and have been advised from birth that swearing is bad bad bad. She moved into the gray house across the street just weeks after we finished unpacking our new home. I had been a stay-at-home mom for several years by then, so this mama was pretty isolated from the outside world, spending my time officiating little boys’ living room wrestling matches and teaching them that “thou shalt not kill” applies to them too. The thought of befriending…
A note to my six-year-old story-writing self who blinked and somehow turned into a pushing-40-wife-of-the-most-amazing-husband-ever-and-mother-of-three-fantastically-wonderful-wild-and-crazy-boys. Be thankful God doesn’t always give you what you want. And to quote my friend Beth Moore (this is admittedly a quite lopsided friendship 🙂 ) “He will either bless you with what you want, or he will bless more than just you with what you did not know to want.” Preach it Beth. Clinging to those words today. PS – To the four friends whose pending departure is definitely not what this girl wants and has left a stinking annoying hole in my heart:…
“Why can’t you see what I can see!?!” There are days I’d like to try to knock some vision into my children. I’ve paid attention over the years. I think I have a pretty good sense of their giftedness and their capabilities. And I usually believe I know the best way for them to reach their potential. But here’s the deal. Though they share some of my DNA and character traits, they are not me. I can’t make them see anything they don’t want to see. I can’t force them to change their perspective. And on top of that, sometimes…
Perler beads and the mind of a creative six-year-old boy can be a dangerous combination. Ten purposeless points to the first person who correctly guesses what this. Go!