Christian parenting

We went to the beach this weekend to spend time with family. We didn’t do much “beach” because the weather wasn’t great, but there was a break in the clouds long enough for us to spend some time in the sand and for one person from our group to get badly sunburned. You loved it. You really did. You splashed and ran and squealed and dug and played until we absolutely couldn’t stand it anymore. But the waves were rough, so you didn’t get much swimming in. Instead, we all took turns holding your hand while you hopped in and out of the water’s edge, and pulling you back before the waves knocked you down. And then we sat in the surf together. Right on the edge where the tide rolls in to the sand. You would squeal every time the water rolled over our feet and legs. Then you would look at me with such wonderment, like I could explain it all to you. I, of course, have no idea how and why the waves crash in like they do, save some faint memories of 8th grade earth science class and that it has something to do with the moon’s

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I know you know what I’m saying. You, as a woman of God, desire to live a life as a disciple of Christ.  You read, you pray, you study, you attend church.  But at home, there is no support.  There is no one urging you to do this.  There is no one asking the family to sit down around the table and do family Bible time together.  No one initiates prayer time between the two of you. You turn to your girlfriends for counsel before you turn to him. Because he isn’t your spiritual leader. We know that it is Biblical for the man to be the leader of the household.  He is to love and lead his wife like Christ loves and leads the Church.  We, as the wife, are to submit to his authority and be his helper in leading the family to Christ. So what happens if your husband isn’t fulfilling his role? Before you start piling enormous amounts of pressure on yourself, take a moment to breathe. This is where we, as wives and mothers, have to pick up where the husband leaves off.  Someone has to be the leader.  Your first priority mission field is right

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To my beautiful mother on Mother’s Day – You always told me when I was older and had children of my own, you would understand the reasons you did things the way you did. I get it now. Every time I look into your grandchildren’s eyes, I feel the enormous amount of pressure on me to do things not only the right way, but to do them well.  I see how they look at me to be their #1 source of their needs and their wants.  They need me every moment of every day to be behind them, encouraging them, leading them, and sometimes making choices for them. I know that when you look at Brooke Allen, you see me all over again – the way she talks, the way she plays, and the way she sasses.  In your frustration with me growing up, you warned me over and over again that I would have a child just like me one day.  I am absolutely reaping every seed that I sowed in my childhood, and will eventually reap my teenage years too. But the best part about that is, you are also reaping what you sowed in me.  I have

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To myself on this Mother’s Day… Look at you.  You look like a hot mess.  Your hair is on top of your head, your 7am make up is long gone, except for the mascara that has started to raccoon around your lower lids, and just how old are those sweatpants?  They probably at some point in your life fit a whole lot better than they do today, but the elastic is all worn out so it doesn’t matter.  Plus, you’ve been sucking in your leftover baby belly all day, so it’s time to relax and let it all out.  The bra is most definitely off, and your t-shirt is a sorority t-shirt that is older than your relationship with your husband. You’re tired.  You’ve spent all weekend chasing after children while your husband works.  You even had to work in the office while you carted the kids over to Gigi’s house.  Then you did church, grocery, Target, meals, bathtimes, and bedtimes all while wrangling children – one who wants to do everything herself, and the other who wants to chew everything he can get his chubby hands on.  You’ve poured countless cups of milk and folded the blanket at least four times.  Every

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We had a little bit of free time on Tuesday night before Brooke Allen went to GiGi’s and I went to a meeting, so I decided it would be the perfect time to take Brooke Allen over to a big park and let her play for a few minutes. We talked about it all the way home, and while we were upstairs changing clothes.  She was so excited to go the park.  Halfway down the stairs, Brooke Allen realized that we were not going on a walk to the park here in our apartment complex.  We were getting back in the car.  And the conversation went like this: NO MOM!  I want to go to the pwaygwound! We are going to the playground, sweetie. NO!  We getting in da car! Well, yeh…we have to drive there. NO! WE HAVE TO WAAAAAAALK! No, baby.  We’re not going to the little park.  We’re going to the big park! NO!  I WANT TO GO TO THE PARK!  *sits down on the steps* WE ARE, Brooke Allen.  We won’t go to ANY park if this attitude continues. NO MOMMY!  I WANT TO GO TO THE PARK. Brooke Allen, just get in the car, and

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I was not a good mom this weekend. This was your Daddy’s long weekend, and often on these weekends, I feel completely overwhelmed and worn out.  I don’t get many breathing breaks. On Saturday after work, I knew we were leaving pretty quickly from GiGi’s house to go get a prize for your excellent behavior last week.  You filled up your behavior chart except for two spaces, so that warranted a trip to the Dollar Tree.  I parked my car and ran in the house, leaving the garage door open, but being sure to lock the house door.  I always do this if we aren’t staying at GiGi’s long. You weren’t quite ready to go, so I dressed you and took JP upstairs to change his diaper.  GiGi was getting dressed in her room.  You joined me to help with JPs diaper and then you decided to go back downstairs.  I finished getting JP ready and then went to see how much longer GiGi would be.  She said you had not brushed your teeth yet, so I went downstairs to find you. Your new favorite game is hide and seek, so when I called your name, I figured you were hiding.  I put your brother

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Christianity is has several truths that we believe. 1.  God created the heavens and the earth, and His people in His image. (Genesis 1) 2.  God sent His only son, Jesus, to take away the sins of the world through his death and resurrection, and salvation is through Jesus only. (John 3:16) 3.  All scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness. (2 Timothy 3:16) As Christian parent, I have a responsibility to my children to teach them these things.  It’s a command for us. But it’s an easy command to follow, really. I love my Savior so much that I want to follow His commands as closely as possible so that I am found righteous in Him.  I know I won’t be perfect in keeping them, but it is out of love that I pursue them. I love my children so much that I want the same for them.  I want them to find salvation, find it early, and to live a life that is pure and holy.  Part of my job as a mother is to teach them how. Brooke Allen is three.  She knows all the words to the Mickey Mouse

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