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The M.O.M. Initiative: Raising Sweet Smelling Boys (and Praying One Another Through)

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 I was sniffing men’s deodorant when our eyes met.

Her grocery cart was piled high with diapers and baby wipes, and the toddler in the front seat was pulling tissues from her purse and shredding them into tiny scraps of homemade confetti. But she was too busy staring at me to notice her little one’s antics.

I don’t blame her for gawking.  After all, it’s not every day that you spy a forty-year-old woman sniffing pit protection in aisle twelve.

It’s crazy what a mom will do for her kids.

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The Mom Initiative: How to Make the Best Summer Memories

Summer is coming to an abrupt end over here.

In one week we’ll be trading swim bags for backpacks and flip flops for tennis shoes.

And, as always, with a new school year looming large and a quick summer fading fast, I find myself looking back over the past few months and wondering what my kids’ favorite memories will be from the summer of 2016.bubble

And even though I know it’s been a good stretch, I also find myself worrying and wondering—

“Did we do i well?” Did we savor our moments?  Did we make great memories?  Did we enjoy the gift of time?

But before I drive myself crazy with my wonderings, I remember a lesson I learned from a  little boy in a top bunk one moon-lit night long ago.

And I take a deep breath and remind myself that I don’t need to worry.

‘Cause I know the secret to making the BEST summer memories.

And you probably do, too!

I’m sharing allover at the M.O.M. Initiative today.  Hope you’ll join me there!

 

 

 

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The Mom Initiative: Why Every Mom Needs to Know She’s Being Watched

being-watched-1Several summers ago, my salsa jar sprouted eyes.

The googly kind, of course. So did my milk jug, tissue boxes, egg carton and toothpaste tubes.

Don’t worry, those wobbly watchers didn’t leave me frightened or flabbergasted. After all, the strange surveillance gig was my idea.

I’m the one who dug through a box of craft supplies early one morning and located a stash of googly eyes. I’m the one who snuck through the house with a glue gun and attached those wobbly watchers to anything I could find.

I didn’t add a pair of eyes to the salsa jar because I wanted to play a prank on my family or because I had too much time on my hands at 6 a.m. No, I raided the plastic peepers because I was tired of forgetting.

I was tired of reading my Bible in the morning and going about my day as if God’s promises had no impact on my hours. 

I was tired of forgetting that God’s Word is active and alive (Hebrews 4:12). I was tired of relying on my own strength, instead of banking on His.

So, when I’d read 2 Chronicles 16:9 at the crack of dawn, I wanted to remember that glorious truth.

“For the eyes of the LORD range throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts are fully committed to him…”

I needed to pin that promise to my soul and let it shine hope in the midst of my weariness.

I needed to remember that when the toddler was crying and the tween was nagging and my young ones were fighting over the last cracker in the box.

That’s why my salsa jar sprouted eyes…

I’m over at The Mom Initiative today sharing about the summer I filled my house with google eyes. My kids thought I’d lost my mind, but actually those wiggly watchers gave me a fresh and fabulous peace of mind.

Because there’s comfort in knowing you are being WATCHED by the ONE who longs to give you strength.

I hope you’ll hop on over here and read the rest of my story.

Of course, be warned– when you’re done, you may just want to run out and buy a package of GOOGLY EYES!

 

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The Mom Initiative: Happy Mother’s Day from the Throne!

So, that day that celebrates moms like us is just around the corner, and if your house is anything like mine, maybe you’ve been asked this question a time or two over the past few days–

“Mom, what do you want for Mother’s Day?”throne

I don’t know about you, but I’ve always felt like that’s a loaded question.

Because there have been years when all I really wanted was just a day without those sweet ones who made me a mama.

Or maybe just a few hours of peace and quiet.

Or the rare chance to go to the bathroom alone.

And for better or worse, that’s the gift I asked for on a Mother’s Day not long ago.

Of course, I didn’t know that while I hid behind the bathroom door, God would use my simple request  to open my eyes to one of the hidden gifts of motherhood.

And it’s a gift that keeps on giving long after those Mother’s Day flowers turn brown and die.

It’s a gift you can unwrap every day if you choose.

I’ll tell you all about it over at The Mom Initiative today!

See you there—

 

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The Mom Initiative: For the Mom Whose Life Feels Small

Laundry frames the end of my day, stacks of clean underwear and yet-to-be-folded t-shirts, drifts of unmatched socks and mountains of wrinkled jeans.

Upturned baskets are scattered across the living room like tiny tables awaiting a tea party.

But I’m not in the mood for a midnight soiree, I’m drinking from my own deep reservoirs of self-pity.

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I’m exhausted and the voices of discouragement in my head are clanking above what my heart knows to be true.

What did you do all day?

Why don’t you ever get anything done?

You’re never going to have time to do something that really matters.

Dishes and dirt, tantrums and time-outs—a mother’s life can feel so small.

I rub the palm of my hand over those crumpled jeans, trying to press out the unwanted creases that sprouted in the dark of the unattended dryer. If only I could smooth the ragged edges of my soul in a similar fashion.

“Sometimes I just want to do something bigger than all of this…” I tell my husband as he joins me on the floor and begins stacking the folded laundry into piles.

I imagine you’ve felt the same at one time or another.

You don’t need to be a mother to feel discouraged by the daily grind. Whether you’re running errands or running a business, planning a meal or planning a merger, the everyday mundane can seem trifling and insignificant.

My man sits beside me in silence, weighing his words. Finally, he murmurs, “Just because what you’re doing feels small, doesn’t mean that it is.”

Maybe I’m the only one who’s ever felt this way, but some days the hardest part of this BIG job of motherhood is just remembering that the small things matter to my Maker. 

I’m over at The Mom Initiative preaching to my own heart today. And I don’t mind a bit if you listen in.

Maybe my tale of  a broken scooter, an ornery little brother, and an unexpected word of truth will encourage you, too.

Hope you’ll join me there…

 

 

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