A Kind Wife is Like a Breath of Fresh Air

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It all began in a cafe.

Like so many of the meaningful moments in my life. He and I were sitting together over a grande latte in the newly-opened Starbucks at the Green Hills Mall.

When my dear friend Susan walked in.

My face lit up as soon as I spotted her. She and I had only known each other for a short time, but we’d made an immediate connection the minute we met. Soul-sisters. Our young family had recently moved to Nashville and I’d felt rather alone up until then.  Being with her was like a breath of fresh air to me. 

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In His grace,

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Watching Over Their Hearts

Our children were all playing Hide-N-Go Seek in my sister-in-law’s backyard when she snapped this photo of the little boys. Apparently they were the designated “counters” and counting up to 100 took a fair bit of concentration. :)

Their funny little faces, however, started me thinking about their dear little hearts too…. 

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More than anything else, it’s what I care about. Their little hearts.

It’s what matters most to me as their mom. Sure, I want them to behave, to learn all they can, and to live meaningful lives. But where are their hearts? That’s what I really want to know.

And what does a mama do to minister in those deeper places?

Lately, I’ve been talking this over with our older children (does the word “child” even apply to a 17 or 19 year-old?) and asking them what touched their hearts when they were younger. What helped them connect when they were struggling, or when we were in a tough season. What’s kept our hearts tied together through it all?

Please join me over at The Better Mom for more? Reaching Through to the Hearts of Our Children.

In His grace,

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I Call Her Mom

My lovely friend, September, asked if I’d share a special post this week for RaisingGenerationsToday. I was both honored and thrilled to be asked, as this one has been on my heart and mind for some time now. For those of you have followed me here for a while, you’re aware of the long journey it’s been and continues to be with Mom. 

This post is for her. 

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I didn’t always call her mom.

In the beginning she was simply his mother. So I referred to her as “Mrs. Jacobson” when we were first married and later, “Patricia” or “Pat”. Such an awkward dilemma, to know the proper way to address her.

After all, what do you call your mother-in-law?

Some years passed, however, and she and Dad moved in with us when I was expecting our fourth child. Dad’s heart wasn’t too strong and we thought it might be the best for both of them. Good for us too. Maybe not always easy, yet good.

But then I gave birth to our fifth child – a heart-wrenching and traumatic event – and that turned everything upside down for all of us….

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I Call Her Mom

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Why I’m Blessed to Be Their Mother

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 It was a surprise attack.

The morning was yet dark and all I did was walk out our bedroom door. When suddenly! They popped out from seemingly nowhere. Three tousle-headed little boys all reaching for me at once. The shortest one grabbing my knees and another around my waist. The third managing to hug me from behind. Soon we were a tangled mess of arms and legs.

Of course, I shrieked. Who wouldn’t under such circumstances?

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Where I’m sharing about the blessing of being a their mother.

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