Tag: character lessons
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Lean In
When my mom and I pursued the idea for this blog, I had wanted a place to write and document the amazing things that I was learning and loving about allergy friendly cooking and clean eating for my family, as well as fun experiences in homeschooling, and extended family intentionality. I realize now to…
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Hope Deferred…
I am having one of those days where everything I was putting my hope in seems to vanish in thin air. My hope is seen in the things I think will help my life be what I desire. It is the place I feel confident and take pride. I may even believe it defines me or…
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The Holiday Rush
December 22th, THREE more days until Christmas, and I am feeling beat down. Where did all the holiday cheer go? The anticipation and excitement has been lost in the non stop, never ending holiday list of gift wrapping, present shopping, cookie baking, card giving, light watching, christmas decorating, friend gatherings, and all the other December…
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The Battle Belongs to the Lord. 1 Samuel 17:47
I stood toe-to-toe with my son of 13 years and continued to say the same sentence in different ways as I responded to his angry, demanding words, often bitter personal accusations in my face. He couldn’t reason in the moment of emotion so more words were fruitless. “Son, you are to finish that ___ before…
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Intentional in the Family Battles
We have to talk about arguments! I realized a few years ago there had to be issues in my own immediate family that could vent ugliness at the worst possible times ahead. I was troubled by the latent sibling strife that occurred at my own parent’s death! So, at our very next family intentional…
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Intentional In the Tension of Choice
What a wonderful feeling to sit down for a break and know some responsibility is done and done well! I just cleaned my whole house, something that for years has been a major accomplishment, but because it is an RV it only took 30 minutes! I have to say it is no less satisfying today…
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A Calming Presence… Response Ability (responsibility)
“Mom”, I hear the distress call from my granddaughters’ room and stop what I am doing to go assist in some little crisis. There stands my daughter in the middle of the room looking at me with the face of despair. I turn my head and standing in her crib, tears streaming, red faced, with…
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