Owning a mini-van can make you feel like more of a mom than being pregnant or toting two kids on your hip.
Feeling like a mom is good for me.
And my children.
Putting on a few pounds is not the end of the world.
And I might even want to keep them.
An evening walk does WONDERS.
Using a paper filter in a coffee percolator makes the best morning coffee ever.
Black widows are scary and should not be found anywhere near your kids’ sandbox.
Although terrified of spiders, I will easily become a Mother Bear if I find one anywhere near my children.
God is gracious in leading in simple things like cleaning out sandboxes, when I almost put it off another day.
Routine is good.
For ALL of us.
I really like working with children, my own and others’.
Regular at-home date nights can be almost as good as a “real” date.
I am human.
I construct my own idols.
He helps me tear them down.
But He graciously and knowingly allows me to use my own hands.
I am actually *excited* about homeschooling, rather than the always-before terror I felt before.
My children have to sometimes “warm up” to fun.
And that’s okay.
A perfectly-to-your-taste, decorated house, one where you make monthly payments to a bank
is not the only place you can make a home.
That sometimes, the loved ones you want so desperately to care for, already *feel* cared for.
That He is faithful.
And I can mimic His faithfulness in my mere dailiness.
Brushing their teeth.
That when He humbles us,
He brings us closer to Him.
And when we are empty,
He willingly, and eagerly fills us up.
To be emptied again.