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".
On January 31, 2015, my father passed away. In the last few months he had become someone I didn't recognize--the man with strong convictions and an analytic mind had disappeared. In his place was someone who was angry, and emotional. In all my years growing up I can count on one hand the number of… Continue reading Heal My Heart, LORD
My family and I have been battling the stomach bug for the last week. It started with our son (who turned ten months on the sixth), and is ending with my husband. I think I feel worst for him, because as a Marine he doesn't get to stay home when his body revolts against him.I… Continue reading Stomach Bug Blessings