You Can Start Over

I got the call as I was walking into the karate dojo for an early afternoon lesson with our youngest son. It was my middle son’s first grade school teacher. She wasn’t happy. I could hear the frustration in her tone and she made no attempt to hide it. It must be bad. She is the most patient and fun loving teacher, and she adores my son, for him to make her call me during the school day was a big deal. Continue reading

A Lamp Unto My Feet

With a dozen fresh cinnamon rolls in hand, we piled out of the car to deliver them to expecting friends. The lights on their house made it very clear how to get to their front door and the side walk stretched welcoming from the driveway where each of my boys were gearing up to run to the destination. Boys are not known for careful steps, and Ivan was first one out. I was still closing my car door when I heard him scream. Aron was first to his side and even our friends heard his cries and came out to comfort. A small step hidden by the shadow of well trimmed greenery in the front of the house had caught his foot and his knee took the brunt of all of Ivan. Scraped and bleeding he was slow to comfort and as I handed the rolls off and leaned down to kiss his tears, daddy came from the other side, scooped up the whole boy, and carried him inside. Continue reading

Don’t Wait

Dear Seniors at MJCA,

I am a mom of a fourth grader, a second grader and a kindergartener at MJCA. Yesterday in the elementary chapel, some of you made an appearance to talk about your elementary school years and to answer questions that the young children had for you. My three boys recounted some of the silly things that were said, but as they quieted down my middle son, Ivan, said, “I learned something.” Continue reading

Followed by Mercy

In a matter of minutes I was presented with two scenarios, I am either a poor example of protection and security over my children, or a rich one.

My Everything

I see so many quotes, articles, messages, letters, all sorts of wordy ways to say how important someone is to someone else.

I understand it’s important to communicate these things. I understand how heartfelt and sincere everyone is.

I can’t jo…

Tuesday Refreshment

I know it’s Friday, but I want to talk about Tuesday for a minute.

The boys and I had such a refreshing dinner Tuesday evening. Two of the little guys had field day at school and that means Aron and I had field day too. Aron joined right in the com…

They Upend Me

And I’ve learned, that someone who is poured out, can’t be upended. I’ve learned that I find refreshment in refreshing them. I’ve learned that it is only when I insist on keeping myself upright, that I am losing control.

I’ve wondered why they dump it all out…

Maintaining This Hope

We do more harm in letting little things go undisciplined and then allowing them to build up to anger inducing punishment, than we do in correcting the little things before they become actions that cause undue chastisement.

18 (A)Discipline your son while there is hope,
And do not desire [a]his death.

Footnotes:
Proverbs 19:18 Lit. causing him to die

Proverbs 19:18
King James Version (KJV)

18 Chasten thy son…

Mom Fail #2754

I don’t like failing, and maybe that’s a harsh word for it, but I definitely blew it this morning.

I had this conversation with Ivan after many attempts at helping him with his Bible quiz today. “Ivan, do you know your Bible verse?”

“I think so.”…