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Set Mama Free!

“Mommy! Mommy! HELP ME!” Joshua cried, feet planted firmly in the grassy clearing. We were right in the middle of a rowdy game of tree tag, and I was the only one left moving. Hannah, Lizzy and Josh all stood like statues in the White Witch’s castle while their big brother roamed (or I should say raced) about waiting […]

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Building Babies

One of the most amazing things to me as a mom of five is the fact that all my children think so differently.  One looks at a cloud and sees an ice cream cone floating in the sky, another identifies its scientific properties. Yet another begins to cry because the cloud looks dark and she […]

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Not what I intended

I got an email today from a long-distance friend who is an amazing mommy of four young children. She’d had just returned from her preschooler’s first flag football practice and had declared it a TOTAL FLOP.  Having never been a part of any kind of team activity, her little gridiron had decided that the shelter of […]

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Gardening

  I love flowers, but they don’t thrive beneath my touch. You might say I’m florally challenged. In the world of my dreams, my yard is graced with petals of glorious hues and heights. However, in my real world, my green space is inhabited by wild turkeys, roving deer and racing children. On most days, the three acres beyond my windows showcase a trampled […]

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Every Day is Mother’s Day!

Yesterday’s Hallmark Holiday wasn’t much different than any other day, except for its unusually early start. Excited to wish me a happy mom’s day, Maggie woke at 5:30 with a happy holler. (It wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t finished folding my last load of laundry last night at 11:45. Any mom who’s […]

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The Forgiveness Chair

   Hannah’s compassionate heart usually delivers conviction for her could-be-more-merciful mother. As my third-born models empathy in action, I’m reminded that I harbor that virtue in short supply, especially within the walls of my own home. I guess you could say I practice selective compassion.  While the very thought of an orphaned child brings me to […]

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The Following Pace

I’m learning that the key to embracing my “ministry of interruptions” (see yesterday’s post) has to do with PACE.  When I live life in a hurry, I have a low tolerance for “interruptions.” The caterpillar on the sidewalk that my child wants to investigate is a nuisance rather than a wonder if I’m hustling to the next scheduled […]

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Someday I’ll Walk Alone

I began my Sunday with a mother-daughter stroll. While a few of her siblings still snoozed, Lizzy and I sauntered along the lake-path near our home. We marveled at the infinite shades of green in the spring blooms and mused about the quiet fishing boats bobbing atop the flooded lake waters. And I tried to ignore the nagging […]

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Messy Maggie

I followed the trail of unwrapped sanitary napkins plastered to the carpet to find her. Where the path of neccesities ended, the trail of goldfish crackers began. At the end of the evidence, Maggie flashed me an innocent smile. She had just finished decorating the window pane with a bright blue marker.  The five minutes I’d spent braiding Hannah’s […]

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Get out of the Way!

    A praying mom once shared this treasure of wisdom with me:  “Start every day with this simple prayer: Don’t let me get in the way of your work today, Lord!” The more my children grow, the more I realize that motherhood demands an elusive balance between helping the Lord without hindering his plans. In the book Faith […]

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