Help For Parents of Strong-Willed Children

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Strong will is a gift that can look as ugly as it can beautiful.

I have 3 boys. I thought each was strong-willed until Andrew showed me what strong-willed really means. Outsiders love to label him as the “baby” and make snap judgements on our parenting based on glimpses they may see. But we know the truth. The boy has a strong will! We have to parent him differently because of this. And this is reason for celebration. If we make it through these years!

I have read a lot of resources on strong-willed children, but I have found my favorite.  I love a book that is super practical. I can take my notes and apply immediately. This is that type of book. And it actually works!

Cynthia Tobias knows what she is talking about! If you have one of these darlings, do yourself a favor and buy this book immediately. It could be the key to unlocking your strong-willed child’s heart and making way for a beautiful relationship.

Here are some of my favorites from her book:

Page 43- “Choose your battles. Don’t make everything nonnegotiable.  We know you can’t be the boss of everything, so we may decide to prove you’re not the boss of anything.”

Page 46 – “But one thing has the potential to turn conflict into cooperation more often than you ever thought possible: a sense of humor. Lighten up, but don’t let up.”

Page 48 – “Questions that can destroy relationships…Why did you do that? When are you going to learn? Why can’t you just do what you’re told? What were you thinking? What’s the matter with you?”

Page 57 – “Don’t rant and rave and ask what lesson we have learned and shake your finger at us. Just write the ticket. Let me sign my name, pay my fine, and go calmly on with my life.”

Page 61- “We’re looking for a lot less talk and a little more action on your part. Just stay calm and firm.”

I read a ton of non-fiction, christian living/parenting books. This is one of my favorites. I love a book that I can put into practice immediately.

Have a great weekend! Enjoy those strong-willed littles….or bigs!

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Can You Follow When You Don’t Know Where You Are Going?

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We piled in the car after church and the questions began. “Where are we going? Are we going out to lunch? Where? What are we doing after lunch?” We wanted to take them to lunch, but we didn’t want to tell them where we were going. I kept wondering why they had to know. They knew we would feed them. They knew we wouldn’t choose something they despised. Why couldn’t they sit back and go along for the ride?

I imagine God wonders that about me. I imagine He wishes I would sit back and go along for the ride, simply following Him.

Sometimes following is hard when we don’t know where we are going. Sometimes He just asks us to follow. We don’t need to know where we are going. We just need to follow Him.

God’s doing something in me. I don’t know what it is. He has ignited something but hasn’t revealed what it is. There is a stirring, a pulling, a leading. God is doing something in Steve. He doesn’t know what it is. He just feels a leading.

I love putting pieces together. I love figuring out mysteries. I love for things to click and make perfect sense. I love to say, “This happened because of this.” Here’s the thing, following God, we rarely will see how all the pieces fit. We will never see the whole picture while we are here on this Earth. When we follow we have to surrender our desire to know where we are going. Hands up high, crying out, “God I will go, though I don’t know where I go.”

That is where I am right now. The further I go into the world of writing and speaking, the more frustrated I become because I don’t know where I’m going most of the time. I’m about to be brutally honest here. If you have followed me for awhile, this will come as no surprise. I likely share way too much information. Here goes anyway.

There is a rebel inside me. I’ve alluded to that before. Deep inside me is this little rebellious spirit that loves to push back. Not against God (though I have many times), not against doing what I know is right. My rebellion is always against following what appears to be the way of the “in” crowd. Something in me always rebels against following the way of the popular.

After I posted my letter to my boys, I saw something that disturbed me. Why did I care how many views it got? Why did I check my stats (the stats that I didn’t even know existed prior to that post)? Why did I care how many times it was shared?

I began praying, “Lord, let me not care so much for the attention that I lose the heart of the intention.”

That is where God has landed me. The way of the world says that to make Him known, we have to build a platform to stand upon so we can be heard above the noise. Something inside me rebels against this.

I write because I love you. I genuinely love you. I don’t want to build a platform. I want to make Him known. And this passion inside of me is growing stronger to the point I feel like something is about to explode right out of me.

After my viral blog post, I was contacted by one of the top agencies in the country. An agency I never in a million years would have submitted to for representation. It made no sense to me they would want to represent me and my itty bitty platform. But I moved forward. I didn’t sign a contract, I simply followed the steps they told me to follow.

Fast forward to a run I took with one of my best friends this week. I began pouring my heart out about God doing something and I needed a break from writing, but I’m scared I’m running away from a responsibility God has given me. She encouraged me to take a break to listen to God. I got home and received an email from the agency that the agent I was working with had moved on and they were deeply sorry for the position it left me in.

While it might seem disappointing, I felt freedom wash over me. I don’t know what God is doing in me. But I know that above anything He wants me to do, He desires I love Him so passionately that everything I do will bring honor and glory to Him. I don’t know where I’m going. All I know is that I write. I don’t have a clear plan.

Building a platform and making my name known seems to be the very opposite of what He wants me to do. The rebel in me wants to come out. But I can’t stop writing because if I stop writing I fear I won’t understand myself. It’s how life makes sense to me.

I’m opening my eyes to a new path. One where I will not ask where we are going.

Where is God leading you today? Is there a rebel that lives inside of you too? Is that rebel desiring to be used for God’s kingdom. To go against the popular and make Him known?

Would you share what your rebel is saying to you. Right here in this little blog space? I receive so many emails privately from readers, and I want to encourage the little rebel in you to leave a comment here. Why? Because you have no idea how much your thoughts can encourage someone else who needs to know they aren’t alone.

Matthew 16:24 Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.”

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When An Answered Prayer Blows Your Mind

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His voice shook, his eyes filled with tears, his man strength broken. Brought low in every way. I stood outside his car door looking in at him utterly broken. He saw despair, pain, and weakness. I saw the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in my life. His heart cried out in agony. My heart filled with sheer joy. Not at his pain. But at the sight of a man pursued passionately by the God of the universe.

“Is God testing me?” His eyes spoke what he was unable to articulate.

“He is pursuing you.”

I witnessed the God that created this man, pursue him. I was an outsider, my view was different from his. I so clearly saw the pursuit. It was a prayer I’ve prayed for 14 years. That my dad would come to a point of accepting the gift of salvation through Jesus.

14 years ago, Steve and I accepted Christ. Both of us “believed” in God all our lives. We weren’t saved. Both of us attended church periodically. We weren’t saved. Both of us were raised hearing about God and believing. We weren’t saved. Until we were months into our first year of marriage and we were each being pursued by another. Individually, we each felt another pursuing our hearts. One was pursuing us who wanted our whole heart and wanted us to see the love He wanted to shower on us that we would never receive from each other or anyone else.

From the moment of our salvation, we have prayed for family and friends who we want to spend eternity with in Heaven. Several days ago my dad stayed with us for a long weekend. I watched the pursuit. I prayed that irresistible grace would pour over him like a crashing wave. I watched the wave break over him. Then the moment came when he said he felt Christ was pulling him. He told his mother he felt Christ wanted him to find Him. His mother said He wouldn’t be hard to find. He told me he was ready. And Jacob, Andrew, and I received one of the biggest gifts of our lives when we sat with him leading him to the God who created Him, the God who sent a Savior to die for him, and the God who desires to work through Him bringing glory to the Father.

His full story is not mine to tell. My story is one of watching a love story unfold in the life of one of the people I love most in the world. Each of us has a story to tell. Do you remember when you felt pursued by God?

If you have not placed your faith in Christ, do you feel him pursuing you? Do you feel a tug at your heart? Do you see His goodness laid out before you?

He pursues you because He loves you. It’s the purest love.

My dad realized what every believer understands after they have trusted in Christ. He is now free. He is forgiven. He will spend eternity in Heaven. He will experience joy in the midst of pain while here on Earth. Now there is hope for him. He realized salvation was a gift, not a burden.

A misconception is that when we place our faith in God, life becomes less fun and dictated by rules. That is a lie of the enemy. Satan is a deceiver and he desires to make you believe that God wants to be your boss and rule over you, taking your freedom away. It’s a lie.

Accepting Christ I found freedom. I’m not ruled by anything. I’m free in Christ. He isn’t a dictator. That is why He doesn’t force us to come to Him. He gave us free will. He gave us freedom to choose or to reject Him. Satan desires for us to forget the Creator of the universe could force us to come to Him, but He loves us too much to do that. He wants us to come to Him because we love Him. And when I wrapped my head around that, I fell madly, deeply in love.

To the point that I don’t care how crazy people think I am. I will stand before Him one day and will give account of my life. I don’t want to stand there and hear him ask me why I wasn’t more bold, why I held back sharing about Him, why I was ashamed of Him.

He took on shame I can’t imagine. A perfect, sinless man hung on a cross. Is there greater shame than that? He took shame for me. Why can’t I take shame for His sake?

God has ignited something in my heart. Watching his pursuit of my dad, watching the circumstances and people He used to reach him, watching the lengths He went to in order to make Himself heard has rekindled a flame.

It’s awakened a passion in my heart for Him and making Him known.

Where do you feel God rekindling a flame in your heart? Do you feel Him pursuing you?

Would you be willing to share with us here? Share where you hear God speaking to you? Where you see God moving. Where you see God pursuing? Where you see God in your everyday?

Honestly, I don’t know where I’m going with this. I just know God is leading me somewhere. Somewhere towards you, to draw out your stories. Your story could be what sticks in the mind of someone who needs some encouragement, who needs to know God is real, who needs to know God pursues. And if you don’t feel comfortable sharing publicly, would you consider sending me an email so I can share your story anonymously?

And here’s a picture of me with my dad, my new brother in Christ.

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The secret to joy is hidden in the view

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His head was down, fingers flipping through his Bible. I paused at the doorway reflecting on the gift he is to me. The house was quiet, it was just the 2 of us. Looking up from his bed, his eyes did that thing that makes my heart melt. They’ve done it since he was a baby. Such life is in his eyes, such joy. When he smiles, he smiles with his eyes more than his mouth. No matter what I have going on in my heart, his eyes can soften me in an instant.

“Well, buddy, you are almost 9.” His smile spread a touch wider. Folding down the covers and positioning his body, gratitude filled me that he allows me to do this.  And then I began singing a silly song about this being the last night ever he would be 8 years old.

Snapping his head up, he sucked in his breath. The eyes so filled with peace moments earlier teared up, “Mom, what? Don’t do that. Don’t say that. I’m about to cry. I’ve never thought of it that way before. If I think about this being the last time I’ll ever be 8, it will make me less excited about being 9.”

I quickly changed the tune to a silly song about being 9. His shoulders relaxed releasing apprehension to make room for contentment.

He was right. How we think impacts our view of the horizon. His view is always one of longing for sunrise rather than despairing over sunset. Mine is not. For me it takes daily effort and asking God to help me view life in a way that brings joy.

When my oldest was 5 months old, I sat on the front porch bench swing. It was March, the air was cool hinting at spring ahead after a long winter. I held him in my arms as we rocked back and forth. I watched as his eyes lost the fight to keep focused on my eyes. I never released my eyes from his.

I’d begun to have fewer and fewer moments of him falling asleep in my arms. A reminder that moments that seem so ordinary likely come to an end to make room for new moments. It’s good, not a bad thing. But a mama always longs to hold her babies. As I watched him sleeping in my arms, I thanked God for that very moment with him because I had the opportunity for one more. I was keenly aware how fast he was growing and all moments would end and make way for new developments. I knew he wouldn’t be 10 sleeping in my arms.

That was the last time he fell asleep on me like that. And I look back not with sadness but with such joy that I experienced it, fully aware that all moments are gifts from God.

As I tucked in my middle son, growing at a rate I can barely keep pace with, I felt that sense of gratitude I’d felt 10 years prior swinging his older brother as an infant.

He is growing. But so am I. And that is how I can view these moments through a lens of joy rather than sadness. He grows, I grow. Together we grow.

Today he is 9. Yesterday he was one. Tomorrow he will be 18. Next week he will be 30. I know how this goes. Today as we celebrate Zachary turning 9, I’m reminded again that every moment is a gift from God. This child has brought a gift to me that words can never fully express.

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What to remember when school is in full swing

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The excitement of new school routines quickly morphs into the stress of the realities of life.

Can you relate here?

Week 1: Lunches packed hours before bedtime, clothes laid out neatly the night before, children showered before bed with plenty of time for stories and snuggles, menus planned and groceries stocked, hot breakfast on the table, mom sings sweet wake up songs through the hall to awaken sleeping angels, spirits high, encouraging words come easily, the world looks bright.

Week 2: Honeymoon fading fast, lunches remembered right before bed, kitchen is destroyed in the haste of lunch packing, no time left for showers- they can wait one more day, rush them to bed so we can squeeze in a quick story and a speedy snuggle session, hit the bed grateful for rest to realize they will have no clean clothes for the morning, jump out of bed and smell the dirties – make a decision, choose to start clothes now and wake early to dry, go to sleep praying you remember to start the dryer when you wake up, wake and realize there is no time for playing, skip the singing and begin barking wake up orders, rushing begins, shakes on the go, breathe when everyone is where they need to go, pray your voice sounded sweet and pleasant or they will at least think it did.

Week 3: Honeymoon over, sports and activities begin, showers become weekend events, lunches become something I will not put on Instagram, dinner planning becomes a bit more spontaneous, my voice becomes a little edgier, I realize I have been holding my breath, they fight over who is wearing whose belt and who stole someone’s socks, rush, rush, rush, we make it to the end of the day, we try to remember to be grateful, we try to remember to be positive, we realize we simply can’t do it all.

Life is exhausting. Life will always be full. I can’t plan and organize EVER the way I would like to. The life of others will intercede and take us off the course from simply doing our own thing (and this is a good thing). I am more fragile than I thought. I am stronger than I thought.

We moms are incapable of being all we want to be. But there are 2 key verses to remember when we get into the full swing of a new school year.

Moms, whether we like it or not, we set the tone. The days I begin grumpy, my attitude slithers through my home like a stink bomb. On the flip side, I’ve seen days I choose to smile, I choose to breathe deeply, I choose to pray, I choose to speak kindly, I choose to let go of the small things. On these days, I see the power of my tone in setting my family up for a day that begins with joy rather than clawing their way to joy.

Proverbs 14:1 The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down.

As a mom I have the power to build a home or tear one down.

I can choose joy. I can choose gentleness. I can choose kindness. I can choose to be ok with getting less done. I can choose to be ok with not being all to everyone, but being all to the ones I’m called to first. I can choose to find the things that cause me to tear my house down and tear them out of my life instead. I can choose to look for the reminders of His grace that will inspire me to truly build a home.

Proverbs 15:30 A cheerful look brings joy to the heart, and good news gives health to the bones.

I can choose what look to wear on my face. I can choose a cheerful look, or I can choose a grumpy face. The face I choose holds power in directing my heart while setting the course for the day of the one who looks into my face.

When I don’t feel like it, I can choose to smile. That smile might actually cause me the slightest shift towards a change in my own heart. It might be just the thing that tears a wall down between me and the ones I love the most.

A cheerful look brings joy to the heart.

Moms, as the school year gets into full swing, let’s unite to be home builders, not home wreckers. We can’t do it alone. We can’t do it perfectly. But by His grace, we can do it better than we imagined possible in ways that are far simpler than we ever fathomed.

We start with Him, we fill up with Him, we give out of Him.

The key to building a home begins with asking God to grant us the wisdom we need to build a home that lasts. Then we take one step. We put on a cheerful look, and we walk through life looking for His grace each step of the way.

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How Do You Raise Relational Kids?

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I connected with Arlene Pellicane shortly after I posted the Letter To My Boys about electronics usage.  It didn’t take long to realize we shared the same heart for our children. The same heart many of us share for our children.  A heart that desires to make the most of the moments, to live life intentionally, to invest wholeheartedly in their lives.

It’s interesting the same technology that can connect 2 strangers and begin a fast friendship can also be the tool that drives apart relationships, the ones that mean the most to us.

My review coming soon.  But for now, I have the honor of sharing an interview with Arlene Pellicane who co-authored with Gary Chapman (5 Love Languages) her newest release Growing Up Social – Raising Relational Kids in a Screen Driven World.

Q: What motivated you to write Growing Up Social: Raising Relational Kids in a Screen-Driven World? Why is a resource like this so crucial for today’s families?

A:Very quickly, technology has become center stage in many American homes. Kids are connecting with screens more than they are with family members. This is a huge concern – whether you’re looking at a family staring at smart phones and tablets while dining at a restaurant or you’re trying to interact with a child who won’t look up from a video game.

Childhood is when a boy or girl’s heart is like wet cement – kids are open to our teaching, love, and guidance. We don’t want to miss this important window because we are too busy with our technology, or because we are entertaining our children, not training them.

The family has become much more digitally dependent since 2007 when the iPhone was introduced. My son was born before the iPhone and I remember going to the grocery store with him as a toddler. We pointed at fruit, looked for the Cheerios box, and I had to teach him how to behave in public. Today toddlers are too busy on their tablets or their mom’s smart phone in the grocery store to look around. With technology becoming more and more integrated in daily life, now more than ever, we have to decide how (and how much) we’re going to use it.

Q: While you offer some suggestions for modifying our children’s behavior with respect to electronic devices, it seems clear in reading your book that the adults in families will also have to commit to some changes. Why is it important that parents buy into the limitation of screens in their own lives?

A:When you boil it down, kids are going to imitate what their parents do – not necessarily what they say. In one study at the University of Washington, babies at just 42 minutes were already imitating adults. When the adult stuck his tongue out, the baby did the same. Babies grow to become children who watch where a parent focuses attention. If a parent is constantly checking emails, responding to texts and tweets, and digitally accessible most hours of the day, a child will mirror that by constantly using screens as well. As adults, we have to become comfortable with calls going to voicemail and texts not being answered at the speed of light. Most of the time, it’s wiser to play a board game with our kids then to get caught up with social media.

Q: You spend time in the book underscoring the importance of raising “relational” kids — could you please say a few words on what this means and why it is so critical in today’s world?

A:We present five A+ skills that a healthy child will possess: appreciation, affection, anger management, apology and attention. For example, if a child can appreciate what he or she has, that gratitude will take them far in life. Grateful people are less depressed, complain of fewer physical ailments, and do better in school. What kind of spouse, parent, employee or employer is your child becoming? Will he or she have the emotional skills to deal with both failure and success? Having real-life relational skills is more useful and important than having the high score on a game or the most friends on Facebook.

Q: Is there hope out there for the parent who feels that his or her family is already too far gone into the mess of electronic media?

A:Yes, there is always hope as long as your children live under your roof. Of course, it is easier to make adjustments when your children are younger. Instead of coming down hard on your child because she’s watching too much TV, you can actually begin with an apology. Talk to your child and say something like, “I owe you an apology. I’ve allowed you to do watch unlimited TV and that hasn’t been healthy for you. I’m sorry about that. I have been lazy about enforcing the rules or even communicating the rules clearly. We’re going to gradually make some changes so that you will become a healthier adult.” Those changes may include a decrease in screen time, an outside play time, a short walk around the block each night to talk, or family reading or game night.

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Arlene Pellicane is a speaker and author of Growing Up Social: Raising Relational Kids in a Screen-Driven World (co-authored with Gary Chapman) and 31 Days to Becoming a Happy Wife. Arlene has been featured on the Today Show, Family Life Today, and The 700 Club.

She earned her BA from Biola University and her Masters in Journalism from Regent University. She lives in San Diego with her husband James and three children. Visit Arlene at www.ArlenePellicane.com for free family resources including a monthly Happy Home podcast.

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Stop Allowing Yourself To Be Judged

 

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When I was a working mom, I felt constantly judged.  Each time I had a conversation with a stay-at-home mom, I felt the need to explain that we were praying for a way for me to stay at home, but financially it was impossible. If I didn’t explain, I feared they would think I didn’t love my children.

When I began staying at home, I felt the need to let working moms know that I worked at one time too.  I feared they would feel judged by me if I didn’t explain myself.

The moment someone asks where our kids go to school, I fight the urge to explain why we’ve chosen the path we’ve chosen. I feel judged. Or I fear they will feel judged.

And then the moment, as a working mom, when you encounter a stay-at-home mom, and you describe your stress at the office, and they say, “At least you get a break.”  And you bite your tongue because you know what you are sacrificing when you are away.  And it gnaws at you everyday.  You want to explain your family’s unique situation or your calling, but you hold back. And you walk away feeling judged.

And then the moment as a stay-at-home mom you vent your frustrating week, and someone says to you, “Just imagine if you worked.”  And you bite your tongue and want to explain all the intricate details of your life because you suddenly see how little they know about you. And you feel judged.

I’ve never felt more judged than I do during this season. I have people in my life who are clueless about why I do what I do. I have people reading my heart spilled on paper. I feel judged. I have the world’s strongest-willed child who displays his power at the most inopportune times. My kids fail to become my clone, and they display their free will and uniqueness. All.the.time. I feel judged.

If I’m honest, really honest here, I don’t have much time to judge anyone else because I’m too busy thinking about myself! It’s human nature. We are prideful. We think of ourselves more than anything else all day long. We are so prideful that we think others are spending as much time thinking about us as we spend thinking about us. Well, they aren’t.

Life is hard, and we want the world to ease up on us. We feel the pressure of watchful eyes, and we just want to scream out, “You don’t understand my life! Stop judging me!” At least that is how I feel many days. I’m not proud of this. But it’s the truth.

At every turn there is reason to judge and be judged. The most common comment of the opposing views to my electronics post was “Stop judging.” This summer it seemed that bloggers were constantly posting messages that begged us to all stop judging.

I’m going to offer up a different perspective.  Instead of focusing on wanting others to stop judging, let’s stop allowing ourselves to be judged.  It takes 2 to go to trial. A judge with no one to judge has no case.  The case begins in our own hearts and minds. We have a choice whether we enter the courtroom or not. Let’s not go there.

If we really want change, it starts inside our own hearts and heads. It’s not outside of us. It’s not hoping others will stop judging. It’s inside of us the true battle wages. We must not allow ourselves to be judged.

Changing the world happens one heart and life at a time. Right here in our own hearts. We can stop allowing ourselves to feel judged. Just because we feel it doesn’t mean it’s true. Just because we feel judged at the park by the mom playing tag with her child while we read emails doesn’t mean she is judging us. We have got to stop being so defensive. Just because a friend shared an article on Facebook that broadcasts a message opposite our own beliefs doesn’t mean she is sitting behind her computer screen judging and thinking about us personally.

Colossians 2:16 “Therefore do not let anyone judge you by what you eat or drink, or with regard to a religious festival, a New Moon celebration or a Sabbath day.”

Notice the instruction to not let anyone judge you.

We are only judged if we allow ourselves to be judged. Don’t let anyone judge you.

At the same time we stop allowing ourselves to be judged, we stop judging others. We all do it. It’s hard to admit, but it’s true. We don’t want to be judged, yet we judge. We are going to make a radical shift in our hearts. We will stop allowing ourselves to be judged. AND. We are going to ask God to prick our heart each time a judging thought enters our mind.

Matthew 7:1 “Do not judge, or you too will be judged.

There is peace found in living a quiet life in our hearts. If we feel constantly judged, then we are spending too much time thinking about ourselves. That’s an unhealthy place to live mentally and emotionally.

Our family celebrated the end of summer at the beach a few weeks ago.  I took notice of the way the thousands and thousands of shells piled on top of each other revealing a stunning picture. Some shells were more worn and weathered than others.  Some appeared perfectly intact. Some were eye catching colors.  Some more plain and ordinary.  But together they were stunning.

Your jagged edges, paired with her smooth finish, laid on top of her weathered undersides is a stunning display of God’s masterpiece.

We are all doing the best we can. Life looks different for everyone. Choices for one woman look different than another’s. Family life won’t look the same from home to home. And that is more than ok.

At the end of this life, there is only one Judge who matters.

I want to live a life for the only Judge that matters.

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