And the Battle Begins...

And the Battle Begins...

 Sometimes, I think we see our battles coming. Like the soldier who sees the smoke from the enemy’s camp in the horizon before him, we often know we are in the midst of a battle.

But sometimes, even in the midst of a battle, we find ourselves weary. Seeking rest, we close our spiritual eyes and allow the enemy to sneak up on us, even when we should know better.

Okay, So Now What Do I Do?

Okay, So Now What Do I Do?

Anyone who knows me knows how much I love to cook. But if you ask my family, particularly over the last few years, they will tell you that I don’t cook very often at home. Announce a potluck at church and I’ll fry chicken for hours, or let me be the one to whip up a meal for our Friday night Bible study group. I’ll volunteer in a heartbeat.

But put me in my own kitchen, with my own family, and I lose the desire. I’m too tired. 

Open Arms

Open Arms

I longed to have been a part of that type of existence, sitting at my grandmother’s table as young child, watching as her wooden spoon laboriously stirred the chocolate concoction, and slathering butter across a chunk of warm bread. Or perhaps learning to make her famous blackberry jam from backyard berries.

Children, Obey Your Parents...

Children, Obey Your Parents...

It’s tempting at times to simply tell a child what to do. It doesn’t even matter their age, really. Whether they are 6 or 16, I find myself tempted to say “because I said so” more often than I find myself attempting to explain the decisions I make.

But when the maturity reveals itself in each child, no matter the age, I believe parents are required to help lead their child in exercising it. 

Confessions of a Money Hoarder

Confessions of a Money Hoarder

We are committed to using cash for expenses…Will I be tempted to secretly use the credit card in an act of impatience? I don’t want a checkbook…checkbooks and I have a sordid past. Will I wait for thenobledaughter to become distracted by the latest Wonka card on Pinterest,…and then sneak into her room to “borrow” a little moolah?