When we were TTC, I used to imagine that birth was the “end” of the story. It was the “Happily Ever After,” I longed for. Perhaps birth was the end to my “infertility” story. However, birth is never the end of a story, rather, it’s always the beginning of another story. And sometimes, I think those of us who have…
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How to drop the dread, and embrace hope this fall
Because no matter what else happens this crazy year–Jesus already knows about it. And whether the sky comes crashing down in giant flaming pieces, or the mountains burst apart and fall into the heart of the sea, or world war breaks out to the ends of the earth, or (I could list A LOT of my worst case scenarios here…but I will spare you the details of my own crazy mind.) The point is, no matter what happens, Jesus promises this:
“I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.” John 10:28
No one will snatch them out of my hand.
How Gratitude is the Wind Before the Rain
Ann Voskamp says, “Gratitude precedes the miracle.” Just like the breeze precedes the rain.
Because as we thank God for what He has already abundantly given, we see and remember what He has already given us. And we see that He is enough. He does something in our hearts. He prepares us to receive His rain.
5 Unexpected Joys of Homeschooling (And Why You Might Actually Like It)
Since the COVID-19 pandemic, more moms (than ever before) are wondering what their options are for next school year. Because of the possibility of children being required to wear masks, and other “restrictions” and guidelines, some parents feel the school “system” will become an even more “systemic,” and sterile environment. (Not the vibrant, hands-on enivronment we are used to in the younger years.) Some parents are wondering, deep down, “Would it be better (would my child thrive more) at home, than at school?” Here are 5 unexpected joys I discovered through homeschooling.
Spring Is A Time To Hope
I didn’t know that we’d be inside for days on end while it rained, and snowed, and it felt like Spring itself would only tease us, but never actually come.
And the days would all bleed into eachother, and so would we.
I didn’t know just how desperately I would need this one thing:
Hope.
It’s a Hallmark-y sounding kind of word. At least, it was. To me.
But now hope is something else.
Something more. Something alive.
Something like these tucked-in tulips. Withdrawn and inward. But quietly getting ready to bloom.
Separate, yet together.
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