Today's Blessing

As I reflect now on my mothering years, which was around three decades, I wish I would have prayed more. Prayed more for my husband, my children and myself. Why? Because, I know for sure, prayer works. Instead of going to a friend first and pouring out your heart, go to God first. Then, if you still need someone, which I did at times, go to a trustworthy friend. That order works.

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:6, NIV)

Dear Mom, A quick-tempered person finds themselves in all kinds of trouble. You either know someone with a short fuse, or sweet mom – it’s you! Oftentimes we bury hurt and pain, without ever taking the time to work through it, and unfortunately, that never works. Burying something alive means just that, it’s still alive. […]

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Dear Mom, When my oldest child was 15, the others were 13, 11, 3, 2. Raising older ones, and little ones at the same time, felt like I was being s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d as a mother – somewhat similar to an elastic band. Perhaps you feel the same way today, s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d. We are not just moms, but […]

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Dear Mom, If you are completely burnt out – often up until the wee hours of the morning trying to accomplish all your tasks, I pray that God renews your strength today. The Bible says when we are weak and completely spent, He is so incredibly strong. In a sense, we absorb the strength of […]

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A minute for moms

Dear Mom, During a fierce fire storm in Fort McMurray, Canada, I listened to a young man’s story, as he watched everything he owned go up in flames. “I felt like Job,” he said. “Who, like me, lost everything, and amidst my devastation, I heard God whisper, “Will you still trust Me?” With a heart […]

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Dear Mom, There is a purpose for everything under the sun. A time to work and a time to relax. A time to laugh and a time to cry. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to speak and a time to be quiet. A time to destroy and a […]

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