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.
Whatever your week holds for you and your family, remember God loves us regardless of what gets checked off our to-do lists.
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.
The most important thing to remember is that we're teaching young people to learn. To experience life. We must teach the whole child. Not just parts. This means knowing their hearts, and knowing ours.
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.
Having four children, three of them under six, hasn't magically morphed me into Mary Poppins either. If anything, motherhood seems to have pushed me even further into territory more fitting of Batman than a loving Christian mother.
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".
People Always Look for Roots Either we want to set down roots, find our roots, or cover our roots with dye. Roots, like people, come in many shapes, sizes, and styles. Some are small, delicate, and easily damaged; others are larger, stronger, and withstand the passage of time and the inevitable battles that come along with life. I am human. A small, delicate root that would break off if I wasn't attached to another, more substantial one. Jesus. His strength, unfailing love, and grace, build me up when I would otherwise break.