My kitchen was a loud, chaotic mess with my four girls running around when God dropped a thought into my head, “call Rachelle.” The command from the Lord was obvious and actually very loud considering the activity going on around me. But I pushed the thought aside telling myself I would call later- perhaps tomorrow. …
The Hardest Place to be a Christian
“It’s harder to be a Christian at home than any place else on earth.”
Now you have my attention. . .
Truth be told, how much does it matter if the Chiefs have won and it’s a Super palindrome on Super Bowl Sunday?
Do My Children Know? . . .
That seemed to be my first clue- not an end-all, one step process for raising Godly children, but a starting place.
May I Have Your Attention Please
Last night, I was having a fairly serious discussion with another member in my household, when abruptly, one of my children walks up and interrupts, clearly paying NO ATTENTION to the fact that we are in the middle of something. We are interrupted several more times before the other person says, “never mind, I can’t…
I have screwed up. I am screwed up. On some days, both can be said of me simultaneously. Some of the things I have done are so bad, I have only spoken about them aloud a few times. Somedays, try as I might, I just mess up. “It happens so regularly that it’s predictable. The moment I decide…
Have you ever found yourself in the middle of escalated chaos not knowing how you got there, or how to stop the “drama” from happening again?
Cell phones are the devil. . .
“If someone else doesn’t want to take your picture, you probably shouldn’t take it either.”
At the water’s edge
I gave the boys one last warning, then left them at the water’s edge alone.
The Tragedy in Moving
This move was both a dream come true and a nightmare.