IS DRAMA YOUR TRIGGER? — A GUEST POST BY HEIDI ST. JOHN

IS DRAMA YOUR TRIGGER? — A GUEST POST BY HEIDI ST. JOHN

We're in for a treat today. I've invited my friend, Heidi St. John, to tell it to us straight. Because it's hard to parent gently and from a place of peace and calm when we're bouncing around on the dramatic waves of our feelings every day! Are you addicted to drama? Is it effecting the way you parent? The way you feel? The way you walk through life? And are you exhausted by it all?

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HIDING SCRIPTURE IN YOUR HEART AND HOME – FREE PRINTS FOR AUTUMN

HIDING SCRIPTURE IN YOUR HEART AND HOME – FREE PRINTS FOR AUTUMN

Here's the simple truth: I'm a busy mom who tries to carve out space first thing in the morning to spend time with the Lord. And I want my time with Him, at the break of day, to transform the way I parent the rest of the day. Pure and simple — I want my time in the Word to work like manna from heaven. If I gather a little or I gather a lot, I want it to be enough to get me through each hectic, mothering day. Trouble is, most of the time it isn't and it doesn't. And maybe it shouldn't.

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WHAT TO PRAY WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO PRAY

WHAT TO PRAY WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO PRAY

I was silent on social media yesterday because the world is such a sad place some days and I don't have more than one healing word. More like a Name than a word, come to think of it.

Jesus. Oh, Jesus.

I guess that's two words. Or a sad groan that finds its rest in the One who is the Word. That word, that name, was the only one that felt secure in the face of human suffering yesterday...and many days.

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HOW TO WORSHIP AS WATERS RISE

HOW TO WORSHIP AS WATERS RISE

The dashboard read a steady 108 degrees nearly all the way up the mountain. Had anyone else been in the car with me last Sunday, I would have had the windows rolled up tight and the AC pumping recycled air over coolant. But I was alone on the road, so the windows were down, the air conditioner off. Hot wind whipped through my suburban, through my hair, a trickle of sweat ran down the nape of my neck, with the music turned up loud. I was alone in the car, with my family all together back down the hill at church.

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