One of the hardest things I ever had to do was to break up with my boyfriend of six years. When I was 20 years and met the Lord, it became apparent that we were going in two different directions. The years that followed were filled with an intense cleaning out, restoring and learning — the Holy Spirit was getting rid of baggage, really , [but that is a story all by itself!]. and my focus was not on dating, but growing, hearing God, valuing relationships.
That’s why, seven years later when I met Keith, (more…)
Little Billy was only three years old. It was nighttime, and we were going through our routine. First he had a fun, relaxing bubble-bath. Brushing teeth was next, then… time for a snuggly story. Prayer together–the last thing on the agenda. I was praying for him: “Thank you, Lord, that Billy is so kind to his brothers and sisters. Thank you that he loves them and shares with them.”
“No, Mom!” he stopped me. “I’m not that nice! Don’t say all those good things about me.” (more…)
When Danny was almost three, our family car was a ten-year-old, red and black Suburban. On one particular occasion, when it needed repair, we had to borrow a car from my sister-in-law Barbara. We went through the process of moving the car seat and loading the children with all their stuff into her car.
As we were driving away, Danny asked me about it, his little mind taking it all in and processing the changes. “Why are we taking Aunt Barbara’s car?” (more…)