When Children Need Correction

Because we are a large family with limited closet and drawer space, my kids don’t have a lot of clothes. This has never seemed to bother them, though, because they all seem to find two outfits that are their favorites and they wear them over and over again.

My joyful and daring five year old, Brogal, had one such favorite shirt this past summer. He wore it just about every other day. It was brand new at the beginning of summer, but after he had only worn it a couple of times I noticed a loose thread in the hem. As soon as I saw it I knew it needed to be fixed, but being a very busy seamstress with many other tasks and jobs at hand, I delayed. I would be folding it with the clean laundry and see the hem unraveling and think, “I have got to fix that.” But I never sat down and took care of it. I watched that hem at the bottom of his favorite shirt unravel more and more each time I washed it. Finally, towards the end of summer, I sat down to fix that shirt. What would have been an easy five minute fix was now an hour long repair of the entire hem of his shirt.

Child training issues are like that hem. When we first see that there is a Continue reading “When Children Need Correction”

Afraid of Dying

Caroline, at one point, battled a fear of dying. Every discomfort was an impending disease, every symptom was evidence of a fatal doom. She had trouble getting to sleep at night because she was afraid she would die while she was asleep. I could relate, having faced a fear of dying more than once before myself. Here is how I counseled her and how I counsel myself.

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The Spirit of Christmas in The Heart of a Mother

“I’m so tired of being nauseous!”

“I’m so done with feeling weak and tired all day long!”

“I feel like I can’t survive one more sleepless night, exhausted, yet up for hours, unable to sleep!”

“I cringe when I think of how old I’ll be when this child graduates high school!”

“And, Lord, I just got a new pair of skinny jeans. I don’t want to put them away as my butt grows exponentially along with my belly!”

These were the cries of my heart before the Lord as pregnancy hormones swept over me like a monstrous tsunami, threatening to drown me in self-pity. Continue reading “The Spirit of Christmas in The Heart of a Mother”