The three men in my life who speak the most of fatherhood are my dad, my father-in-law, and my husband. My father was raised by a single mom, and yet, he figured out this “dad-thing.” He learned how to help his three daughters know they were loved. He encouraged us to chase our dreams and to grow into the women God intended us to be, not the women he thought we should be. I’m sure this was tough, as we sometimes made choices that grated against what he thought was best for us!Continue reading “Father: When Fathers Love”
The phone rang. It was Hubs. “Honey. I’m in a bit of a panic. I’m at my first flight layover, and I can’t find my passport. Can you check my desk to see if it’s there?”
My husband, world-traveler that he is, had made this trip to the far East many times. My heart dropped when I heard his words, and I sprinted to his office. The edge of his passport peeked out from beneath a short, elevated pile of papers.Continue reading “Gratitude: Thankful for the Little Things”
First, please accept my apologies for not being present here last week. I was kind of unavailable. Spring break was filled with adventure and lots and lots of walking. I’ll be sharing more here today and in the next few posts . . .
There’s something comforting about “normal.”
After an eight-turned-nine-day adventure with my son’s school tour of Athens and Rome I’m home.
And embracing the peace in normal.
After nine wonderful, long, BUSY days of travel and touring, we are back home, where it is snowing.
At the end of March.Continue reading “Normal: Finding Peace After Adventure”
Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—EAT. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!
Last night, I listened to a psychologist speak on youth issues. Focusing on suicide. I know, sounds depressing, right?
One of the things he shared that surprised me most was how important it is for youths to stay connected to their families, and how one of the best ways to encourage this is by eating supper as a family.
It’s something hubs and I have been intentional about with our boys. The older they grow, the more challenging it is to eat supper all four of us. One boy has football a few nights a week. There are drum lessons, Boy Scouts, youth group.
So many activities—many of them good—that are a draw away from our family time.
Can I be honest? I love eating with my family. The fellowship, the laughter, the thoughts our boy-men are sharing make me smile.
We share things we’re thankful for about each day (yes, sometimes I have to pull a few molars to get the three gifts in their days), but it’s worth it. What often happens is, in the course of thinking about the gifts and the happenings of the day, memories surface.
Good times with friends. Struggles in the classes they’re taking. Who won the football game at recess.
Jesus focused on eating with His disciples as He trained them. They fellowshipped, learned lessons through His words. They grew in their relationships with Jesus and with each other.
Eating a meal is a natural place to slow down, to connect with those we care about most.
Yes, it can be done quickly, in the middle of completing other tasks. But food digests best when it’s accompanied by sitting and enjoying others. And we find the greatest refreshing when we share a meal with others.
Funny how God created eating to be good for our bodies and for our spirits.
What about you? How do you connect with others in your life? What are favorite memories of eating with your families when you were growing up?
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I’m linking up with Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday—Eat.
I’m seeing a pattern with one of our sons. He summons my attention, usually with just a grunt or some cute little sound. Without fail, it’s when I’m in the middle of a thought, or having a quiet time, or I’m trying to write something down before I forget it.
I’ll be having my quiet time, and from my doorway I hear, “Mama!” Or a grunt. Honestly? Too often, my first response is a heavy sigh. I turn, because it’s expected, and make eye contact with the boy.
This all started with a picture . . .
Though we’ve tried hard to prevent that sense of entitlement in our boys, they’ve have fallen prey to the “I deserve this” mentality. We have never bought them stuff just because they wanted it, never impulsively purchased a candy bar in the check out aisle.
We’ve worked hard to help our boys see nothing truly belongs to us. All that we have (and we have a lot) has been given to us by our good God.
Some days, I find it so easy to forget who I am . . . who God created me to be.
I was reading in Psalm 18:49-50 when it hit me. David knew, and was comfortable with, who God designed him to be.
No doubt, he endured derision from his older brothers when he was the one sent to the fields with the sheep. He heard the cutting remarks from those who were certain they knew better than he. And, he put all of himself into working with those sheep.
As children, what we see in a family setting often defines what “family” should look like. Both of our boys love us, and are completely bonded with us.
Our Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—FAMILY. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!
Why do we let those we love the most see the ugliest versions of us?
Why is it we feel like we have the right to vent on those closest to us?
I’d never talk to my friends the way I talk to my boys. I never even talk to a telemarketer the way I talk with my boys sometimes.
And for that, I am ashamed.
I don’t speak disrespectfully to my friends, but I feel its okay, at least sometimes, to subject my husband, my boys, to that?
Especially with the males in my home, I must guard my words, and guide my tones of voice. They hear and understand love through RESPECT.
I need to be able to be real with my family. Let the guards down and share my fears, my hurts, my insecurities with them. But, I also need to love them well.
I can only do both well when I ‘m walking closely with Jesus. It’s when I allow Him to conform me to His image that I can love well, that I can speak truth with grace and still be real.
When I focus on being real without the love of Jesus guiding me? I will also be hurtful, at least sometimes.
When I seek to love my family without the freedom to speak truth, and share the real me? I squelch a part of myself, and that leads to me being unkind, disrespectful, and sometimes downright rude.
Loving well isn’t something I can do in my own strength, but it’s what I want to do with this amazing family God’s put around me.
One hubby who loves and leads us well. Who provides so much for us.
Two boys who I love to pieces and who love me with all of themselves. How can I love them less by withholding some of myself from them?
This family-life is a dance of grace and truth. It’s hard to walk in both constantly, but it’s what I want to do, because my guys are worth it.
And who knows, maybe my boys will see glimpses of Jesus in the loving and learn to love Him and others well as they grow older too. That’s my greatest hope.
What about you? What’s your favorite aspect of family? What’s your grace walk in your family life?
Be sure to visit Kate Motaung’s site for Five Minute Friday—Family
I had a B-U-S-Y spring. My hubby had to travel overseas on business for six-and-a-half weeks. Forty-five days to be exact. In that time, he missed two birthdays, all the end of school activities, including a sixth-grade celebration ceremony for Peter before he heads to junior high next year.