by Shannon Mangicaro I read a lot, I read at least a little bit everyday, ideally more than a little bit, and over the years there are certain books that have really stuck out to me. Hands Free Mama by Rachel Stafford is one of those books. I read it last year and I remember…
For some, anxiety is a way of life. I see it every day in the decisions we make, in the way we live. It is a delicate balance of emotion, heartache and for me, faith. I have great anxiety over what people think of me, and I tend to take things personally when I really…
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We continue our October parenting week looking at the topic “Raising Children to be Leaders”. Our post today is brought to us by Ryan. Ryan is a husband, and father who loves God and desires to serve Him. He loves working with youth and sharing God’s love to everyone he meets. Training…
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Earlier this week I did a craft with my daughter. It wasn’t my idea, and admittedly I wasn’t terribly excited to do it. But she wanted to, and I went along with it. She told me what she wanted me to create, which materials to use, and how we could…
I only have 33 years to live. He could have said that but He didn’t. I’m reminded of this whenever I’m surrounded by the urgent hustle and productivity of modern life. But it’s not just busyness anymore, is it? We have added mission, ministry and purpose into the mix so that more and more the…
Today I’m going to look for a mud puddle to jump in, a river to float sticks down, and a lake to throw a rock across. My kids want mommy to play with them. Today I will read a book, paint a picture, and feed a squirrel. Tomorrow may never come. Today I will dance…
As Jesus and the disciples continued on their way to Jerusalem, they came to a certain village where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. Her sister, Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he taught. But Martha was distracted by the big dinner she was preparing. She came to Jesus…
Her closet door slowly opened while my fingers gripped the handle tightly, physically expressing my fear of what might spill out of me. When I peered inside, a perfect little white princess dress screamed at me in the silence. Then the beaded jacket just her size mocked me, while the sight of her pink…
My parents used to call me the bag lady when I was around four years old because I loved to put things in a bunch of different bags and hide them in my room. If ever anything went missing in our house, like the scissors or tape, my parents would look in my room and…
Today’s post is shared to us by our co-host Tanya. My name is Tanya and I blogs at God’s Character, where I share about God’s love for us. I talk about everyday life where we see God’s character showing through. I also blog about homeschooling, parenting and family life. I love cooking, singing, crafting, sewing, science…
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