Category: The Boys’ Room
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In The Midst Of Basketball Season, We’re Talking Football
Today I was folding clothes while the littles were eating lunch. Every time we fold clothes, it’s a game. I say my pants are Daddy’s and Bear laughs every time, “Noooo, Mommy, those aren’t Daaaaaaddy’s.” And on and on it goes. I grabbed Ash’s Green Bay Packers long-sleeved tee and said, “Well, I better put…
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And Yet More Theological Moments
Yesterday morning as Joe walked us through more of the Exodus series our church is going through, he had all the firstborn males in the room stand. It was a picture of just how many Egyptians suffered under the final plague. As I watched, my Asher stood next to his daddy, also a firstborn. He…
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Lessons Learned From A Seven-Year-Old
First off, can I just say how hard it is to type “seven-year-old”!? When did that happen? How did that happen? He seems so old. (And don’t even tell me, “Wait until you type “seventeen-year-old”. I’m in denial that time will continue.) Last night, after reading the Bible story of Balaam and his donkey, Bri…
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Oh To Be In Their Minds For Just One Minute
I love to listen to my children play together. Tonight was no exception. As I cleared up the dishes from supper, I heard them chattering away in the boys’ bedroom. Buddy (always in control): Okay, here’s how we’re going to play this. We are children, but our mommy is dead. (I’m not sure I liked…
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Catching Up
It’s been a weird week being home but not feeling like I’m home. So close, but so far away. My mind is awhirl with randomness, so come join me if you dare… 1. My parents. First off, let me just say my parents are amazing. They are golden. I have no clue how I would…
A Spring of Joy 