Moms, please don’t let these days slip by too quickly. Stop to play.
Stop to sing and rock. Stop to pray with your toddler. Hug the
squabbling siblings and sneak out of the house to have a Sonic date with
your teen!
I always said that if Linda had been different, we could have been the best of friends. But she always seemed to have a wall up, and to keep me at arm’s length.
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If you’d seen me—skis and poles flying every which way, kids hurrying
out of my way, grown men shouting over their shoulder, “Are you
okay?”—you would have laughed or cried ‘til you hurt.
This Christmas, one of my gifts came a little early. Exactly two weeks before her due date, and two days before we were planning to leavefor the nine-hour trek to their home for Christmas, my daughter called to tell me early labor had begun!
I have all the tell tale signs of a hormonal overload. My skin has betrayed me. There isn’t enough chocolate in Hershey to satisfy my cravings. Worst of all, my emotions seem to have stamped their ticket for a roller coaster ride where there are no exits.
Does Scripture memory sound like “just another thing to do” on an already overwhelming to-do list? What if you learned it was one of the greatest weapons with which to battle discouragement and depression in your life? Would that pique your interest a bit more?
My anticipation increased as I ascended the winding Georgia road. I was en route to a mountain home that, by all accounts, was marked by great southern hospitality and indescribable beauty.