Life changing lessons often come quietly, don’t they? As I rode into fourth place in our bicycle train, eight wheels flew along the sidewalk and people in cars smiled. Neighbours waved and dogs sniffed. Trees rustled in the breeze as the last sunbeams fell beneath the horizon. It was the perfect night for a family… Read More {Part One} Nurturing the Fruit of the Spirit: You Can’t Rush Love
Even before birth, we touch them. When they kick, we poke back at them, hoping to encourage more movement. At the moment of birth, the tiny body is placed on Mom. Skin to skin is best, the nurses sing out. And with the touch comes bonding. Somewhere in between birth and 2 years of age,… Read More Bless Them With Touch {My Discoveries From Jesus’ Model of Praying for Children}
We walk hand in hand, Tiny Daughter and I. Walk briskly to avoid the biting wind, our boots crunching on a layer of freshly fallen snow. Tiny Daughter is chattering about some change that she possesses, that she received from Small Son. How she wants to buy some chocolate for Brother “and for you, Mom.”… Read More Stories of Grace: Surrender
I lounge in a sunbeam on my living room floor, basking in the natural warmth and the rare pleasure of an after-lunch snooze. It’s my happy spot on a wintry afternoon. Another happy place is brimming with fun for Small Son and Tiny Daughter. From my place in the sun I can hear two little… Read More Stories of Grace: Motherhood and Hot Chocolate
