It's been said that the love you have for someone can be measured by the pain you feel in their absence. I have found that there's truth to that statement.
I have four children, each one is precious to me. My firstborn was the first with everything. He was the first child born to our family. The first one we taught to walk, the first one we walked to school and the first one to leave home. He was the "trial run" that paved the… Continue reading The Paintbrush
Wherever you are as you read this, I pray your eyes be open to the least of those that surround you in your world. I don’t have long, drawn-out answers to explain away the pain of this world. This world we live in is waiting for its redemption from the grasp of sin, until that day God’s answer to suffering lies in the hands of us, His children.
Today, I had to step out for a few minutes and the usual run-down of rules had an additional item or two added just in case.
One of the hardest things to do when you're told what to do, is to do it.
We always think we know better.
On a side note, another innocuous change in me as a parent as I've grown older is found in my lunch offerings for my fourth child, our bonus baby. Yesterday, she had samosas (a fried slightly spicy meat pie that is the food of heaven) and marshmallows for lunch. I was tempted to feel "parent shame" until my oldest son (who I had messaged her menu to) said, "It's ok. Let her enjoy life."
The student has become the teacher!