Monthly Archives: March 2012

Diary of a Not-Wimpy Mom


I had no idea raising kids would be so darn hard.

When decisions made are not popular, or even harder, not easily understood.

Sometimes I want to be a wimp. To give in to the whining, the immature selfishness. And truthfully, at times, I have. I’ve slacked on the rules, avoided the conflict, closed my eyes to the problem. It wasn’t right, I’m not proud of those moments, but if I’m real, honest, it’s the truth.

Then there are the moments when the rubber meets the proverbial road. The times when boundaries must be enforced. Like today. With a daughter who doesn’t fully grasp that every book written for kids her age isn’t appropriate to read. And that because it isn’t overtly bad, doesn’t mean it’s good.

Oh those blurry lines of right and wrong Satan so cunningly uses. The little gray areas that don’t seem wrong….but definitely aren’t right. Thus he employs the ages old tactic: Justification. Oh the slippery slope it is. “It’s okay this time because…” Our ever increasing narcissitic culture tells us that what we do is okay because we are somehow above the rules, immune to the consequences.

By the authentic grace of God, I had the wisdom for that divinely appointed conversation today. Lord knows there have been plenty of times I’ve spoken from the flesh and not the spirit. I do not take for granted that it was one of those blessed moments when I felt the Holy Spirit meet us in it, speak the words through me, that in my flesh, I would never have the widsom (or courage) to say. Oh Father, thank you for those times. Thank you for meeting me today with your Presence.

Oh dear sister in Christ, my prayer is that you stand. Stand in the gap for your children. Stand when they, in their youth, cannot. Pray yourself through the tough stuff, lean on the One who has unlimited strength, arm yourself with the Word that proves true. Give those darling offspring the blessing of a Mother who is grounded in His Word, rooted and established in His Love. Those sweet ones need your strength, they need those boundaries enforced. Even when they beg otherwise. Without foolishness or pride getting in the way, be firm in your words, consistent in your actions. Don’t give up, give in, be prey to the evil one’s attacks.

King Jesus, come.


Time flies



I could not be more in love with those eyes. And don’t get me started on that grin.

Time flies.

That bittersweet time in a momma’s life when she realizes her time with young ones at home everyday is drawing short….and the moments she has him to herself are slipping quietly, quickly away. Oh, I know, kindergarten is still five months away, but this momma’s heart is swelling with tenderness that her little one, well, isn’t so little anymore.

It has been joy in my heart, life in my bones, to be home while my kids were little. I was crazy, messy, and often caught off guard by the demands of young motherhood. (who am I kidding, I’m still that way often) Yet as this chapter of motherhood quickly draws to a close, I am keenly aware of His gracious hand upon our home. His kindness to provide for us and allow me to be with them as much as possible. It brings tears to the eyes now.

Time flies.

And even though I know this momma is going to miss him terribly in the fall when he happily heads into his formal school years, I am reminded how my heart ached over the absence of Meredith, and how beautifully his sister has blossomed in these three years since she too began school. As one season quietly closes, another begins…full of promise, hope, and many memories yet to be birthed. I know. I know.

Time flies.

Oh Father, you know this momma’s heart, you know how badly I want to stop time, or at least slow it. Yet not my will, but yours. I know. I know. Time. Flies.