Hands Full of Blessings!
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Missed Trash Day
Last Friday morning I treated like any other day of the week. After teaching my classes online, I got my kids up. We all went to the kitchen for breakfast. As I handed the kids their peanut butter toast, my son hears a vehicle outside, checks the date, and says, “Mom,...
Tearing Down the Awning
One of my favorite hobbies is crocheting. I enjoy crocheting for many reasons. First, it’s a creative outlet. I have no idea how to read a pattern, but I love finding ideas on Pinterest and seeing if I can recreate it. Second, it helps me feel productive. As a mom of...
The Poison Oils
I live in Missouri. People from Missouri like to joke about having to turn your heater and air conditioner on in the same day... It’s not really a joke during the spring and fall though… We also like to joke about not knowing what the season is- first spring, third...
Frustrated
Not too long ago I took my kids to an art program at the library. Usually the projects are simple and allow for quite a bit of creativity. But not this time... It was more like- Here's the example. Now do it... My oldest struggled... his idea would not come out of his...
Is This For God’s Glory or My Glory?
Scrolling through Facebook this week I came across this post quite a few times. This post has a great message, but I really struggled with it. What a good message! God uses us despite our sins. The message here is clear as day, “God doesn’t call the qualified, He...
Accepting Blessings from Others
How does that old saying go? “It’s better to give than receive.” Oh yes, I agree! I love to give. And I love to bless others when they are not expecting it. But let me be honest, I am not so great at being on the receiving end of a blessing. My pride gets in the way....
Lost
Have you ever been lost? I have. I am directionally challenged (to put it nicely). So, I know (a little too well) the frustration and insecurities that are included with being lost. I know the feelings of fear, confusion, anger, and helplessness of being lost. I also...
The Muddy Hill
As we were getting ready to leave for church on Sunday, my son checked the mail. Seeing that there was mail in the box, I told him to go put it on the coffee table. Moments later he runs to me and says, “Mom, I’m muddy.” He had taken the hill instead of the driveway...
Removing the Messy Plate
Have you ever tried to clean up a toddler after dinner? I have a little practice here. The other night I made lasagna. As dinner ended, I began to clean up my 1 ½ year-old daughter. I wiped her face, then her left hand. As I went to her right hand, she stuck her left...