Thinking of you, son. You live in my memories.
I hang on to mementos and childhood memories of jokes, smiles and laughter.
I am grateful for silly boy tactics, bouquets of wilted weeds, and a boy’s imagination.
I am grateful for the precious boy’s face I looked into and the hands I held.
I am grateful for the many “I lub you, Mommy!” and “I’m hungry!” I heard throughout his childhood. Continue reading
IF YOUR KIDS KNOW JESUS, THEY NEED TO KNOW WHO THEY ARE AS CHRIST FOLLOWERS
If you know a kid, or you are one of God’s grown up kids, your heart needs to know this!
Don’t miss out on this free offer from Keith Ferrin. It is an identity booster for a Christ Follower.
I wish I would have known I had an identity in Christ when I was a kid, or even after I grew up! It would have saved me a lifetime of heartache and empty identity searching.
I believe this is a great way to give our children a head start in life especially the way things are in this world nowadays. Continue reading
A picture began circulating in November. It should be “The Picture of the Year,” or perhaps, “Picture of the Decade.” It won’t be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the U.S. paper which published it, you probably would never have seen it.
The picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by surgeon named Joseph Bruner. The baby was diagnosed with spina bifica and would not survive if removed from his mother’s womb. Little Samuel’s mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta. She knew of Dr. Bruner’s remarkable surgical procedure. Practicing at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, he performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb. Continue reading
When my kids were little I took on the huge responsibility of homeschooling all three on the heels of our move across the country from San Diego, California; to the northwest.
My kids had gone to a small private school for the first couple of grades. Jonathan, my youngest, had just finished kindergarten.
He did okay in school except for the teacher’s frequent complaints. Jonathan, she said, was a very “intense” child.
“Jonathan is not a rude or undisciplined child,” his teacher said,” but he has a difficult time keeping quiet during class, sitting still, not speaking out of turn, and he often corrects the other children on the playground when they aren’t following rules.”
As his parents, we didn’t know what we could do about our son’s “intensity.” Continue reading
The month of September will forever be imbedded in my soul as a much different month than the rest of the months.
It is a month of grief and rejoicing all tied into one tight giant knot.
- Grief because God prompted me to visit my 27 year old son, Jonathan, the Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday of the fourth week of September nearly two years ago, to deliver a book I ordered as a gift for him.
It was a great novel about police work. I knew he would love it because he loved to read and because he was a police officer. It was a sort of peace offering, as we had been at odds with each other for quite a while and I wanted it to stop, but didn’t seem to convey it the best or it wasn’t received or something. Always something got in the way. Anyone who has had an extremely unfriendly divorce and terrible relationship with their ex knows what kind of havoc that can bring on the relationship between a parents and their children. Continue reading
Very beautiful. Truly a soul stirring and tissue grabbing story!
In Calgary, Alberta, a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal leukemia.
Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up & fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible.. The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son’s dream to come true.
She took her son’ s hand and asked,
‘Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up?
Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?’
Mommy, ‘I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up.’
Mom smiled back and said, ‘Let’s see if we can make your wish come true.’
Later that day she went to her local fire
Department in Calgary, where she met
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Do you remember those brutal days in school when the team captains took turns picking players for their teams?
If you were a team captain, or one of the first four kids to be picked, then never mind. On second thought, you may want to read on to understand the rejection the rest of us felt.
But if you were one of the kids picked last, you know, the ones the team captains really don’t want to be stuck with; then my condolences.
Read on. Continue reading
Sometimes it hits me. The grief, the still foreign concept. I lost a child. He was 27 years old when he died in September of 2011, but he was still my child. They say the loss of a child by far is the heaviest of losses a soul can bear. I agree.
I found another thing they say to be true. They, being the experts on grief and loss. The second year of loss is the worst. I agree. The reality pools around one’s feet. The permanency of this kind of loss becomes a stagnant puddle one must wade through.
I was daydreaming while washing lunch dishes when I heard the front door slam.
“MOM! MOM! You have to come outside! A tree fell on the car!” Continue reading