I’m usually an optimist and love to find something to laugh at in everything . . . but to be honest, this is a challenge. When the aches and pains begin and the waves increase it’s hard to stay positive because you don’t know how long this round will last, or how much more painful it will get.
That speaks to so many trials in life, doesn’t it? When the waves roll in and the storm begins, you don't know how long this one is going to last . . . or how much more painful it will get before it's done.
But the Lord is always gracious and where lies whisper, His truth can and does abound.
As moms, we all know this feeling: we gasp--this is just the -cutest- moment and we just have to capture it! So we grab the camera, snap the picture, and take a look at the screen. Ugh. Somehow the camera just didn't capture what we saw or what we had in mind. Oh well, at least we have the picture right?
But what if we didn't have to settle? What if there was an easy way to get the photos we really want of our kids? I've found the solution!
I live between two conflicted traits: on one side I'm too likely to trust and on the other side I don't trust at all. The result is often that I'm wary of trusting those I love the most--just in case. In my walk with Christ, this causes the most tension because on one side I trust . . . but on the other I'm wary and I like to keep my just-in-case options open. Can you identify?
Moments. Life is made up of them. Some we tuck away in our hearts for safe keeping. Some we forget in the recesses of day-in, day-out. Sometimes, it's the little things that bring them all flooding back.
I sat tired, in an empty room within an empty house. Our belongings piled high in the moving truck, the air heavy with expectation, excitement, grief, and lots and lots of humidity. The voices below echoed through the empty walls as I sat washing footprints off grey walls. The memories flooded back and warmed my heart . . .
Today I wanted to answer some frequently asked questions for Foundation Phonics: Easy Lessons for Early Learners. If you haven't already, I recommend you click on over here and read the Foundations Phonics intro post. That post will give you a good overview of the program, the ideas behind it, and how it works. So without further ado, let's dive into the FAQs!
Unexpected. That sums up so much of life, doesn't it? It seems we are always doing and planning, and then life shifts and we find ourselves unexpectedly changing course. Sometimes these changes in course are the very things we've always wanted. Other times, these course changes hand you the blank pages to a story you didn't want to write. How do we find hope in those cases?
Overwhelmed at the thought of teaching your child to read? You're not alone! In fact, I think deep down, most moms share that fear. We often see phonics as something big, scary, complicated, and time consuming--but can I let you in on a little secret? It's really not. Let me tell you why!
I must have made quite the spectacle. Little ole' 5ft3.5in me pushing the over-sized shopping cart with two impatient boys one handed, the other hand carrying 5 large boxes while 8 unruly boxes perched precariously on the cart did their best to scatter across the parking lot . . .
I've watched it happen so often: a tired mom walks up to a group of mothers sitting at a table. The chit-chat continues as she sits down and glances slowly from woman to woman. As the conversation turns to more serious topics, perhaps it is her exhaustion that compels her to speak. All eyes turn to her as she tells with a catch in her voice of the trial or perceived failure she is dealing with.
Suddenly she realizes she has opened herself up and fear lights up her eyes. The air in the room becomes momentarily thick as she waits, bracing herself, to hear the response of those around her when someone speaks up . . .
I think we all long for control. And as moms, we all long for that special formula that will give us the results we so long for. The little years are exhausting (can I get an amen?), but there is something in them that eases my tired heart: control.
For now, I can control their environment. I can make sure they are safe to learn, play, and grow. For now, their poor choices are easily corrected with a time out, discussion, and hug. For now, I can keep them from bad company and distract them from poor role models. For now, so much of their existence is within my control. But I fully know as time passes on the day is coming when they will exercise their own free will. And that is scary because I can't control it.