Monthly Archives: August 2015

For The Teary-Eyed Moms


To all the moms with teary eyes and heavy hearts:

I’m sniffling right along with you today. It’s the first day of school and My Girl’s apron strings are a bit shorter.

I was holding it together pretty well this morning as I made my way down the 2nd grade hall, but then I saw You, the mom with the tissue and blotchy face. Your tears reminded me of the ones I was holding back…and the dam broke.

Worry surged my heart and fear flooded my mind. As tears began to stream I jumped in the car and prayed, “Lord Jesus, please be with My Girl…because I can’t.”

That’s when He softly reminded me of this truth…

God loves our children infinitely more than we can…I am able to be with and help my children only to the limit of my presence. But there is no boundary to His presence.” ~Lee Ezell

Mommas with tear-stained cheeks like me, know that He is with Your Baby today. His love for them is immeasurable and His presence is unstoppable.

He is Faithful and Trustworthy. He has never failed and He won’t start now. He has plans for our children that are for Good, not evil. He has plans to give them a future and a hope in Him.

So let’s make a promise today. Whenever we start to feel sad or worries begin to rise, let’s call out to The One who’s right there beside our babies. Say a prayer for them and ask Him to pass along the message. To give them a squeeze and comfort their heart.

Then, let’s ask Him to comfort our hearts, too. To help us trust Him more with our most prized gifts. God knows how hard that is for some of us and He understands–He sent His only Son to a place far more difficult than school!

Let’s hold on to His promises today and allow His perfect love to drive out fear. Whether Your Baby is in kindergarten or college, know that He’s got this, Mommas!

“‘For I know the plans I have for ______(your child’s name),’ says The Lord, ‘plans for good and not for harm, plans to give ______ a future and a hope.'” ~Jeremiah 29:11


Lice Happens


Yesterday our family had its first bout with head lice.

Ahhh! This was one of the top things on my list of Things I Hope We Never Catch. But as they say, *lice happens.

I will confess, as soon as the situation was identified I went into full-on Drama Queen mode.
Treat my daughter’s hair!
Wash all the linens!
Clean the furniture!
Contact the other moms!
So much to do and I felt it all needed to be done NOW.

This situation was turning out exactly as I dreaded it would. Time consuming and super-stressful. That’s when Momma looked me in the eye and pointed out my Tiara. (Thank you, Momma.)

As I assessed the job and processed my thoughts aloud, I had inadvertently made my daughter feel horrible. Although I knew it wasn’t her fault, my tizzy conveyed something different. As she sulked off to her room, I knew I had to get a grip.

So I took off my Tiara and apologized to My Girl. I confessed my overreaction and asked for her forgiveness.

This was not a punishment, it was Life. And the way I chose to handle this experience would say more to my family than words ever could.

Having learned from the broken air conditioner debacle, I prayed. Lord, show me the Good in this.

The next four hours were spent my most favorite way– Together. We sang songs, told stories, reminisced of our summer and imagined the upcoming school year. I got to comb my baby’s beautiful blonde hair and listen to her sweet voice.

She and I were handed the gift of Time. Undivided, uninterrupted time.

Something I’ve always dreaded has now become one of my fondest memories. I will forever look back on that day and smile, remembering the time we spent together.

So often we moms try to “plan” memories, don’t we? Vacations. Birthday parties. Christmas. We spend so much time organizing special moments that we often miss the inconvenient and unexpected ones.

I desperately want to live abundantly in the moment, no matter what that moment holds. Broken air conditioners. Lice. Chicken pox. I want to find the Good hiding in the Bad.

Those are the moments I will look back on with fondness, maybe even with a chuckle. But I realize I’m not good at finding them on my own.

Show me, Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is.” ~Psalm 39:4

I would have never planned to wash and comb my daughter’s hair for four hours, but I’m thankful that’s what happened. And you know what the best part is?

I get to do it all over again 7 to 10 days from now.😊


It’s Too Hot to be Christian



Well friends, I’ve come to a conclusion: It’s hard to be Christian in the summer.

This revelation occurred to me as our air conditioner decided to throw in the towel yesterday.

Before I go further, know that God is so stinkin’ faithful and good that He has already provided an answer to our need. But just for a sec, hear the honesty of my thoughts and go with me.

This is not something I’m proud of or something I really want to share with the world, but it’s the no-makeup-or-coffee reality this blog promises.

Remember my post, “Confessions of a Middle-Aged Drama Queen”?


Those of you living in places where you actually ENJOY summer totally won’t get this post. But those of you living in the South will feel me.

Summer in east Texas can be described many ways, but today I’m partial to the word Sultry.

It’s humid and dry, which sounds like a complete oxymoron, but trust me on this one. The temperature yesterday climbed to 110 degrees and we are currently under a “burn ban.”

Y’all, it’s slap-dab miserable. You could go skinny dippin’ and still be hot.

I think I understand why the Bible Belt covers much of the South– We understand how hot Hell might possibly be.

That’s why those old-fashioned tent revivals were so effective here. When our ancestors heard preachers warn of an eternity of hellfire and brimstone, they got it and said, Uh, No Thank You. Deciding to spend eternity with Jesus was a no-brainer.

I know I seem super-sarcastic today but seriously. You’ve not understood the depths of your sin nature until you’ve endured 100+ degree Texas heat.

And I don’t mean endured it on some exotic trip or spiritual journey. I’m talkin’bout sweatin’ it out in your living room or car–with bored children, no less–on a normal summer day.

As the temperature rose inside our house yesterday, so did our tensions. We were all acting like complete opposites of our usual selves.

It was one of those times you’re totally aware of what is happening and yet you just cannot find it within yourself to stop. You’re telling yourself, “Self, you’re being a jerk right now. Stop. Stop acting like that. Stop talking completely.”

Please tell me you have similar conversations with yourself?

Regardless of my Self’s efforts, I failed to gain control. I continued on my course of annoyance and frazzled-ness, even to the point of making up words like frazzled-ness.

I sent a cryptic S.O.S. text to my prayer partners that went something like this…

Patience thin. Tensions high. Prayers greatly appreciated.

I seriously have a new understanding of domestic disturbances in homes without air conditioning.

Yes, I realize how petty this all sounds. I am completely aware this is not the end of the world and there are worse things than heat to endure, by far. But in an effort to be Real, can we just confess that this stuff really happens?

That sometimes The Flesh takes over and before you know it you’re snapping at your loved ones simply because you’re sleepy or hangry or hot?

I sincerely hate when I allow this ugliness to happen in my life and I want it to stop. I hate that these silly, momentary situations and fleeting emotions have such power over my actions and words–sometimes even more than the Holy Spirit.

I look at some of the Christian people I admire and think, I bet she never acts like that. She’s so calm, cool and collected. She’s probably never rude or hangry or hot.

But then Truth chuckles and tells me differently.

While each of our struggles and emotions are different, Scripture says every one of us wrestles with The Flesh. We all experience moments when it’s easier to act out of feeling than faith. It’s called being Human and it’s why we all need The Savior.

And we have such an amazing Savior, He actually understands being hot and hungry and tired, on top of being tempted by Satan himself. Jesus faced every type of temptation we experience and guess what? He had the power to overcome it all!

How He did it was no mystery, either. Jesus didn’t call angels to rescue Him; He didn’t speak in some unknown heavenly language or use some mystical power. He used God’s word.

Jesus knew His Father’s word so well, He was able to speak it during the heat of the moment.

Lord, that’s the power I want and desperately need.

I want God’s word to be so ingrained in my heart and mind that I am able to bear ALL things, big and small. To be like Him when it’s cool and convenient, and when it’s hot and it’s not.

Even during Summer in the South.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish my iced Pretty Coffee before it melts.


“The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace.” ~Romans 8:6

Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. After fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry. The tempter came to him and said, ‘If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.’ Jesus answered, ‘It is written: Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’” ~John 4:1-4

Let’s Go Fly a Kite



Have you ever tried flying a kite with no wind? That may sound crazy but it’s what my son and I did today.

Last weekend our family watched a local community theater’s performance of “Mary Poppins” and every day since his request has been “Let’s Go Fly a Kite!”

To a preschooler, that song says we can simply go fly a kite anytime we please. Unfortunately, summer winds in east Texas do not lend their self to kite-flying magic.

With the fold of his arms and a stamp of his foot he asks, “Momma! Why can’t we just go outside and Fly. My. Superman kite?!”

Bless his three-year-old heart. His mind simply cannot grasp the concepts of wind speed and aerodynamics. I understand his frustration.

So, since this morning was breezy and we were already outside, I decided to give it a whirl. I figured it would either fly to his delight or he would finally see and understand the importance of the wind.

Although there were several strong gusts, the wind just wasn’t steady enough for a kite.
“Sorry Brother, but it looks like today’s not a good day for flying after all.”

He protested, “Just hold it up higher, Momma!”

Higher it went.

He reasoned, “Try running, Momma! Run faster!”

Faster I went.

He insisted, “Pull the string tighter!”

Tighter and faster and higher I tried, but still no luck. My little guy was full of great ideas, but none of them could take the place of the wind.

Feeling winded myself I gasped, “Baby, we just have to be ready and wait for the wind to blow.”

So we waited for the wind.

And we waited.

And then we waited some more.

Standing there with my arm stretched high, holding tight to the string of the kite, I heard His whisper…

All of your running and stretching is pointless without Me. I am The Wind that sustains you.

You can run faster and pull harder, but all that will do is wear you out. Wait for Me to move instead.

Just as you can hear the wind but can’t tell where it comes from or where it will go next, so it is with the Spirit…” ~John 3:8

Be ready for My breeze; anticipate it. But do not try to replace it. You can’t make Me move just like you can’t make the wind blow. Just be patient and wait.

Clearly, my son wasn’t the only one who needed a lesson on the importance of the wind today.

Gosh, I am so guilty of trying to make things happen. Trying to force the Spirit to move things the direction I think they should go, at the speed I think best.

I protest and reason and insist, but God does things differently.

“But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” ~Isaiah 40:31

Watching his kite plummet again and again, My Boy grew concerned. “What’s wrong with my kite, Momma? Is it broken? I think it’s broken.”

“No Baby, it’s not broken. It just needs the wind.”

Oy vey.

So often I set out to fix things/situations/people that I deem broken with my own well-meaning efforts. In my desire to see them soar I overlook the fact that they don’t need my solutions; they just need The Wind.

Like my three-year old, I must be patient and wait for The Wind even when my foolish mind believes it’s the perfect day for flying. When the time is right, The Wind will do all the work.

I, on the other hand, “can dance on the breeze, over ‘ouses and trees…”

Hmm, that sounds familiar.

Heavenly Father, I know You are both the Maker and Mover of the wind. Please forgive me for trying to fly without You. On the days I’m running and stretching and pulling, slow me down and remind me to wait patiently for Your breeze. In Jesus’ Strong Name I ask this. Amen.