Our society today applauds those who can multi-task. The truth is, however, that no one really can focus on more than one thing at a time. Something always gets dropped or lost in the constant shuffling between tasks.
I swore I would never treat my children the way my siblings and I were treated when we were growing up. I swore my kids would never have a reason to question whether they are loved.
When I was still a perfect parent--living under my parents' roof, wearing clothes they bought for me, talking on the phone (a landline!) they paid for; I swore I would never treat my children the way my parents treated me. I wouldn't keep my children from doing what they wanted, make them do chores, or tell them no. I would be different. I'd understand them, and treat them with "respect".
Our marriage hasn't been easy, and there were plenty of times early on when we could have turned our backs and moved on without each other, but we didn't.
We also knew that in order to keep moving forward we needed to start actively being part of each other's lives. We needed to commit to doing something together that would bring us closer.
Not just to each other, but to the LORD as well.
Today, I'm feeling great, and that knowledge can lull me into a false sense of security. It can cause me to forget the way I feel when it isn't sunny and beautiful. Sunlight therapy isn't enough, and neither is the medication I gave in and started taking two years ago. I need God to help me through this, the same way I need Him in every aspect of my life.
Each year I compile a stack of books--some paper, some digital-- to help me grow as a person. This year I'm particularly excited about my choices. I'm also honest enough with myself to know I might not get through them all. However, I thought I'd share them (in no particular order) with you. Maybe you'll find a few new additions for your own "to-be-read" pile.
Today is my father's birthday. He's no longer here to celebrate it, but each year on this day, I still say a prayer and send him a wish. It's quiet, and it's ours. Memories Can Be Sweet When I was in junior high and high school, my father and I would get up early in… Continue reading What I Remember: Tea with My Father
It's such a wonderful feeling to know how much God loves us, even when we aren't patient. The Bible is always here to help; to remind us to rejoice even when we're struggling, because we have the Holy Spirit, and it continually fills us with His love.
Anxiety can make you feel like you're all alone in a room full of people, while simultaneously drowning you in wave after wave of everyone else's needs and wants.
God created all of us, and our job is to share His gospel with others. This doesn't mean we're supposed to browbeat unbelievers or malign their name. Our world is currupt enough without turning our faith into a tool of corruption. When we do that, when we use Jesus as a way to bully others, we aren't doing His works, we're doing Satan's.