Relaxing, food, family and friends: that is what Thanksgiving is made of…or is it? In our hyperactive society, any day that is not a ‘work’ day is a day for which to be thankful. We do not necessarily consider the motivation for the holiday but focus rather on the opportunity to be free of the…
Last spring, my eldest son was relating a story to me about an incident that happened at the pool where he worked. An overwhelmed mother spotted him watching her as she dealt with a screaming child who had a tiny little boo boo. My son explained that when she looked up and noticed him, he…
(Zoom in on the car to see what it’s made of!) Recently, I had the privilege of taking my children on a field trip to a Doctor’s Without Borders/Medecins sans Frontiers (MSF) mock refugee camp. The volunteers had pavillions/tents/stations set up with write ups, samples and mannequins to illustrate the conditions and highlight elements of…
Busy, busy, busy! One thing after another, there is always more to do. I heard an interesting perspective today, “It’s not about time management, it’s about activity management.” The light bulb flashed and I had an epiphany. God created each day with 24 hours. He has already organized the time. He created seasons and night…
Forty-eight minutes twelve seconds. That is how much time I spent with my eldest son this week. 48 min 12 sec. That doesn’t sound like very much time does it? You know what…it’s not. Forty-eight minutes and twelve seconds was the length of our phone call on Saturday afternoon. I was supposed to go away…
I overheard a teen talking the other day about another teen. The subject apparently had been working out and was doing some body building. The comment was, “It’s good he’s getting big muscles. His ego is so big that he will need the muscles to save him from the trouble his ego gets him into.”…
Every mother has stood in the kitchen and heard those words, “What’s for dinner”? As a rule, my children are very good eaters. We don’t have fights over what they are willing to eat and they enjoy vegetables as much as they enjoy anything else. Occasionally, however, as happened today, one child will get it…
A dying cat, crying children and a husband who is out with the fellas. That was my Friday night. Our faithful, thought he was a dog, kittie cat finally succumbed to some sort of feline disease and by Sunday morning had left us. This cat was a wonderful pet. He wasn’t snitty like so many…
Today I opened my mouth – and I should not have. I let anger and frustration direct my actions and in the process I jeopardized not only my testimony, my effectiveness for the Lord but also the reputation of His people. What seemed so satisfactory in the heat of the moment was, in fact, absolutely…