current events, faith

Three Ways to Battle Unbelief

Nothing makes me crazy quite like when my kids whine for breakfast in the morning. It's as if they have so easily forgotten the endless amount of mornings in the past that I have risen and provided them with food without fail. As I've pondered why it is that this bothers me so much I'm… Continue reading Three Ways to Battle Unbelief

faith, family, motherhood, parenting, T.H.I.N.K Method Series

H is for Hide

Imagine how smoothly my morning scenario could go if I made this one change when emotions escalate. What if, instead of screaming at my children, I paused and reminded us all of Colossians 3:20 “Do all things without complaining and disputing.”? The H component is to hide God’s word in your child’s heart. God’s word… Continue reading H is for Hide

faith, family, motherhood, parenting, T.H.I.N.K Method Series

T is for Talk

We are late again this morning. There is not enough time to stop and explain every detail of why I need my child to put his socks on before his shoes. I yell, he cries. Everyone feels frustrated and defeated. I flash forward 15 years when he isn't under my authority anymore, and instead an… Continue reading T is for Talk

family, lifestyle, motherhood, parenting, T.H.I.N.K Method Series

T.H.I.N.K. Method

I catch a glance at the time and cringe. I have about ten minutes before the effort it would take to get them out the door wouldn't be worth the energy it would take to get them ready. I head to their room to wake them in spite of my ongoing, hopeless monologue. Cypress, my… Continue reading T.H.I.N.K. Method

faith, motherhood, Personal Development

Practice What You Preach

There is really NOTHING I hate more than someone telling me to do something when they CLEARLY are not even doing that thing. It's so easy to fall into this trap of do what I say and not what I do, but that is BOLOGNA. And nobody even likes bologna okay. Be a person that… Continue reading Practice What You Preach

lifestyle

Supper Time

Do you spend mealtime wanting or hoping? I'll tell you what I did. I came from a broken home. My mother was a single mom who worked long hours to provide for the three of us kids. Dinner in our house consisted of microwaving pizzas on top of the cardboard box and finishing off with… Continue reading Supper Time