Here's a tip.
If you ever feel your faith is weak and needs a boost, talk to a four-year-old about God.
Let me give you some examples of conversations my son has been holding lately. And he talks almost constantly, so this is only a sampling. :-)
My favorite pair of jeans has bit the dust. Almost literally. One day they were thinning out and showing some fraying in spots. The next day this. A hole. And the next time I wore them, I had even bigger holes in both legs.
I know some people would tell me these are now in style. I see girls with rips and holes in their jeans all the time. I, however, have always believed that if I'm going to wear jeans, I want them to cover all of my legs. And if I want parts of my legs exposed, I'll wear capris or shorts. Rips make me think of things worn out.
Like my favorite pair of jeans.
I love this man so much. When I agreed to do life with him, it's a decision I've never regretted, nor will I. That being said, he's not "my everything."
Are you shocked?
I scroll through social media and see people posting about how their guy is "my rock," "my life," and "my everything." And I cringe. It's not that they aren't being sweet. I just think that's a good way to be let down.
It's finally Spring, and I don't know about you, but wildflowers have a special place in my heart. It's always a little sad after the first time my husband mows the yard (although not for the same reasons it's sad for him--that he'll have to do it every week or so for the next six months). Our yard goes from patches of white and purple to ... well, green. Not quite as much fun.
There's something special about seeing the colors start to pop up in clusters up and down the street. And the best part? No one has to plant them. They come up all on their own. There are even verses in the Bible about how "even Solomon in all his glory wasn't arrayed as some of these." Weeds, y'all.
Easter is special to many of us. And for various reasons. I like it almost more than Christmas, to be honest. I love finding little goodies for the kids' baskets, sewing up a new dress/outfit for that Sunday morning, trying to find a hat to wear, and hiding eggs.
In our family, it's usually the first weekend my daughter and I paint our toenails because it's finally warm enough to wear sandals.
And then, of course, there's that extra feeling of celebration in the air as more people talk about Jesus. While it should be an all-year feeling, we all know that doesn't happen. So, it's nice to see so many people happy to talk about Him, even if only for a weekend.
Every night, we gather our two children on the couch, read a Bible story, sing some songs, and then say a prayer together. But before the prayer, each kid gets a chance to say something he or she is thankful for from that day to include in the prayer. This works two-fold. It helps them remember good things from the day. And it reminds them that everything good comes from God.
Well, as you can imagine, with a six- and four-year-old, the answers can be varied and/or monotonous some weeks.
Forty years ago, on March 27th, my parents were married.
In this day and age, that's practically an eternity. But it's also a goal. Forty and more. Because I've had the example of their love and marriage my whole life, as well as the marriages of my grandparents (more than 66 years in one and more than 50 in another), and the marriage of my in-laws, who would've hit 40 years if she'd lived that long. I want a love like that.
My brother one time commented on his adult furniture. This sounds funny, but if you think about it, don't we sort of judge where we are in life by where we got our furniture?
My husband and I had never bought a new piece of furniture that we didn't have to put together ourselves. Everything else we owned was a gift, a hand-me-down, or second hand. And while there's nothing wrong with that (I love that my kids are sleeping on the twin beds my dad had when he was young), you get to a point in your life when you'd rather your furniture actually be what you want instead of what you settle for.
Can we be brutally honest for a minute? Seriously. Have you noticed that all the romantic things are aimed at women?
Okay, okay. I get it. Women WANT romance. But you know what? Guys need to be treated special, too.
No. They probably don't want jewelry or flowers or sappy romcoms. But that doesn't mean they need to be left out, either.
I've noticed this trend in our world where it's like everyone expects women to be treated better than men. And I, for one, hate it.
So, what to do about it?
If you're like me, you take a handful of vitamins and other supplements every day. After all, unless we're willing to actually eat like we're supposed to, we're probably going to be lacking in this or that important element. So, we go down the shelf and grab one of each to make sure we're getting enough. Especially during cold and flu season ... and, dare I say, COVID?
Well, the other night during a Bible lesson we were listening to on YouTube (I will be SO glad when we can be back in person), this verse caught my attention.
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