The second time he deployed, our eldest was a toddler, and that changed everything. His absence was no longer only affecting me, but was affecting a little girl who didn't understand why her daddy wasn't home to tuck her in.
Then take a breath, and say hello to the only one who has loved you without ceasing since before you were born.
To that end, I've decided I need a focused plan for keeping more connected to God before joining in fellowship with others at church.
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