Gospel

Finding Grace in the Lunchroom

I wasn’t a great human yesterday. I woke on the wrong side of the bed. Or in the wrong sleep cycle. Or possessed. I was snippy with my husband, short-tempered with my children, and just flat-out surly. The baby cried as those precious little white pearls tried to push through his tender gums. I talked to him through clenched teeth. SK had a new haircut to debut at school; she asked for [Read more...]

Obeying God for the Wrong Reasons

The idea of obeying God has been rattling around in my soul for the past week. I knew I wanted to add this topic to the MrsDisciple 101 library, but it is such a huge concept, I wasn’t sure where to go with it. I am a recovering Pharisee.  Obedience, or rule-following as I like to think of it, is a part of my DNA.  I want to know the rules and see the boundaries.  I stop and read the [Read more...]

Servant Messiah

As an occupational therapist serving the older adult population, I have washed my fair share of feet over the last 15 years.  Feet have never been my favorite thing (except sweet, chubby baby feet).  I don’t even like my own feet!  All adult feet are kind of gross, if you ask me.  The longer we have our feet, the more age they show.  I will stop there and spare you the graphic details. [Read more...]

Guiding Your Child’s Heart From Darkness to Light

My sweet little Baby Bear is a pretty good sleeper.  He likes to lay down at night and roll onto his tummy, bury his head down like a hedgehog, and snuggle with Pappy and Snuggie.  He prefers to lay in the bed instead of being rocked to sleep.  A little white noise and he’s out. Unless it is 2 a.m.  Then he wants his Pappy, Snuggie, and his mama.  In the rocker, please. Several months [Read more...]

Why

Why does it take longer to fold a load of clothes than it does to wash and dry them? Why do my children run and scream like wild trolls in Aldi, but sit on the deck like prim fairies when we get back home? Why do one-year-old babies like to scream between the hours of 4:00 and 6:00 pm while you try to cook dinner? Why does that same child cry uncontrollably until the minute you get the pot pie in [Read more...]

In a Christmas State of Mind

  Wake up.  Wipe the fog from my eyes.  Shuffle quietly to the kitchen.  Press start on the Keurig.  Splash in some Peppermint Mocha.  Wrap the afghan around my shoulders to ward of the chill in the air.  Open my Bible. Lord, it’s busy and I don’t feel you all day long.  Please, come here now.  Sit with me a while.  Remind me of Your story.  The one we celebrate with [Read more...]