In a Galaxy Far, Far Away…
There I was, with my seven-year-old daughter, lost, frustrated, late, and wondering if I had completely lost my marbles because Stormtroopers literally surrounded us…in Alabama.
There I was, with my seven-year-old daughter, lost, frustrated, late, and wondering if I had completely lost my marbles because Stormtroopers literally surrounded us…in Alabama.
After yelling obscenities at Leroy for a few minutes, I remembered the bag phone (this was 1995) I had in the backseat. I grabbed it, unzipped the bag, fumbled with the cord trying to plug it into my cigarette lighter, and called a friend in Oklahoma City.
God didn’t fix Danni’s problem; her sister went back to her abusive husband. He didn’t fix my problems. Actually, some of the difficulties my family faces are likely getting worse as days pass
McKinley was quiet. She looked around the room, searching for something. Finally, she nodded her head toward the wall. “Mom, why is a Roman torture device hanging on the wall of our house?”
Hindsight is 20/20. I’m almost 50. As an older and wiser mother, I see areas in which I could’ve done better raising my boys. If I had it to do over, I’d do a few things differently. One is I’d intentionally celebrate Passover with them.
I mean, let’s be honest: everyone has the potential to be the prodigal – the self-centered, wreckless brat; the older brother – the unforgiving, self-righteous jerk; or the father – the merciful leader who shows abundant grace. Shucks, my kids and husband might say I am all three in a day!
Jackson and his winning third grade science project.
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Ok, perhaps I could fit one more bucket behind the marital bucket of bones, but the adolescent skeletons are back there. And behind the adolescent buckets are family of origin bones.
Yes – the Reassurance App will remind its purchasers that they are significant because it tells them whenever they need to hear it.
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