Thanksgiving is just weeks away, and my mind fills with thoughts of family, fellowship, and good food. I enjoy taking a day off to spend time reflecting on the blessings of life. My children and I normally start a thankful tree at the beginning of November and go to the end of the month.
On November 1, 2017, Kevin and I will be celebrating ten years of marriage; so keeping with the season of gratefulness I decided to share a few testimonies. As we were raising our firstborn, Bear, I was excited because Kevin always said that once we could afford it, he’d let me come home full
Gratitude a matter of conscious living, NOT of the heart! Awareness that I am needing a thankful perspective, yet practically what does that look like? When my kids are displaying attitudes of entitlement, unappreciative of what has been given, and then always wanting more, how do I cultivate in them grateful living? With a
Hey Mama, “Delight yourself in the Lord; And He will give you the desires of your heart.” – Psalm 37:4 There’s a lot to this verse. What does it mean to delight yourself in the Lord? Just to smile at the thought of Him? Just to say a quick prayer that you love Him?
Blessed is the child who loves old books—in particular old, Christ-honoring, historical books. Why? Because many western historical accounts are bursting with stories; stories that have withstood the erosion of time. One example that always reminds me of the gripping power old stories hold is Of Plymouth Plantation. This Thanksgiving season, as I’m reading
When I first heard of homeschooling, I thought it must be an activity very like public schooling, only in your own converted schoolroom. In fact that is precisely how I began homeschooling my kids. They started third grade in one end of our bedroom. I set up two desks with supplies and workbooks. I
It’s easy to fall into the ole comparison trap—especially around the holidays. After all, we are given Pinterest-fueled visions of picture perfect gatherings and celebrations. Don’t get me wrong. I love Pinterest as much as the next visual learner but comparing my own often meager contributions to a perfect celebration can be quite overwhelming.
I grew up with an undiagnosed case of dyslexia with numbers. Even simple addition and subtraction problems would prove frustrating. I heard, “You made a silly mistake,” more times than I can count, and I always had issues with showing my work. I was always coming up with the answer but would get marked