The last few days I've been a bit hard on my boys. Hard on me. The holidays, while wonderful, can also be challenging. The kids have been loud and dishonoring and...loud. And, I guess, I've been frustrated that they're still each a work in process, and haven't yet "arrived" — whatever that means. It's just how I sometimes feel. Needless to say, my words haven't all been gracious. Don't get me wrong, I've grown a lot in the area of Gentle Parenting. Unfortunately, while I don’t yell like I used to, my words can still be calm and crushing if I’m not careful.Read More
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?Read More
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.Read More
First of all, HAPPY FALL YA'LL! And nothing says "fall" quite like the simmering goodness of a crockpot! Today's installment of Interview with a Renaissance Mom is a cozy, autumn chat with lifestyle blogger, adoption advocate, and recipe book author, Shay Shull. Her latest book, "Simmers," is packed with recipes even the kids will love! You'll adore this conversation, so let's dive in. If only we could have it face-to-face along with a generous serving of Shay's Apple Bread Pudding!Read More
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.Read More