We’re entering our fourth full week of school here and it’s like summer never happened. Luckily our first holiday of the year (Labor Day) is around the corner. Can we talk for a minute about how hard it is for mamas to get back in the swing of school? I’m doing the same work I’ve done all summer long, but now I need to remember to check for homework and study for tests in addition to making lunch and packing a snack. Trivial, I know, but remembering to ask “do you have homework?” before bedtime is a chore. At some point in the first couple of weeks of school, my 8th grader said he had a geography test, but couldn’t remember when. Being a good mother (which I am, some days), I insisted he stu
God found me right where I always seem to end up, my arms loaded down yelling, “no, I’m fine, I’ve got this.” God wants more for me spiritua
One random night in early February my daughter informed me she was going to bed, which means I’m expected to stop what I’m doing, tuck her in, rub her back and sing 100 choruses of “You Are My Sunshine”. This night I was tired, like go to bed in your clothes tired. I shuffled to her room praying for a short tuck-in night. I arrived to find my nine-year-old in tears. Five minutes earlier she was fine. I reluctantly asked what was wrong. I really didn’t have the patience for 9-year-old playground drama. She replied, “I’m scared of where I’ll go if I die.” So much for a quick tuck-in. My prayers shifted to, “Lord, don’t let me mess this up.” We’ve raised our children in church. Church service.
