9 Things I’d Say My Mom Got Right

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I hesitated before asking him.

He was only home for a week after all. Just a single week over the Christmas holidays. Only one week gathered together as a family.

The rest of the year our 20-year-old son lives, works, and goes to school a few thousand miles across the country from us. Not that we don’t keep in close touch—because we do. But still . . . it’s not the same as sitting on the same couch together and everyone all talking at once.

And so it wasn’t until the end of the week that I ventured to ask him. Somewhat hesitant.

Makes a mom feel rather vulnerable to ask her oldest son such a question.

You see, this was our first-born. Our experiment. The one with whom I’d messed up and made the most mistakes.

Stressed over.

Cried over.

Prayed over.

So I honestly didn’t know what he’d say now that he’s all grown up and gone.

9 Things I'd Say My Mom Got Right

What really matters and what makes a difference? What would you say to a mom? . . . to me?

He said he’d think about it and get back to me. I opened up his email a couple of weeks ago and here’s what he said:

9 Things I’d Say My Mom Got Right

The following is what I remember – what I loved and what I needed. 

1.     My mom was the one who listened to my hopes and dreams – my heart.

In my life Dad played the role of pushing me to succeed, but my mom was the one who let me just talk. She listened to me share the contents of my small undeveloped mind and heart.

2.     She allowed me to love her.

As I got a bit older my mom was the only woman I ever really hugged. Sure, I hugged my sisters here and there, but generally my mom was the only one who I would go up to and randomly hug. She did not pull away or make a face—in fact she loved it (or at least I think she did).

3.     She encouraged me to play for hours.

Literally countless hours. Hundreds and hundreds of hours. I played – key word here – OUTSIDE all the time growing up. Yes, I had homework and chores, but outside was where I spent my extra time. Those moments are some of the happiest of my life. I have heard, “Go play outside,” about a billion times and 99.99% of them came from my mother.

9 Things I'd Say My Mom Got Right

4.    She gave me the chance to read.

On top of chores, schoolwork, and playing outside, I also spent endless hours reading. I was a relatively late bloomer when it came to reading, but once I started, I read A LOT. My mom often let me off the hook from other tasks ;) when she knew I was reading.

5.    She took the time so I could play with friends.

I still remember when mom would take us to the pool. I remember how she fit in times to hang out with other families. She was willing to drive and move schedules so I could be with kids my age and further stimulate that little brain of mine.

6.     She let us build forts in the house.

And sleep in them. I have built a number of forts in the Jacobson house (along with my ever-willing sisters). Together we built huge blanket forts, pillow forts, cardboard forts—I think we even set up an entire tent in the house once. We read, ate, listened to stories and slept there. It was awesome.

9 Things I'd Say My Mom Got Right

7.     She didn’t let me fill my mind with garbage movies or technological entertainment.

This wasn’t something that I appreciated then, but looking back I certainly do now. Like every kid I wanted to play games or watch movies, but for every time I got to do something in that category there were plenty of hours spent outside or reading. I am certainly much better for it and if you need professional proof – consult any study on the matter.

8.     She never allowed me to disrespect her.

This fits more into the “what I needed” category. My mom never let me hit her or really be anything but loving and gentle with her. That does not mean she had a bad attitude about how rough or just generally boyish I could be—just as long as I treated her respectfully.

9.     She sacrificed for me and loved me with her actions.

I am telling you, there is nothing like a mother’s soft hand on a young boy’s neck and back. I vividly remember one time when I was sick and miserable, burning with fever. I went to the couch and lay down, quite miserable and now lonely. However, only a minute or two later my mom was by my side with a cold wet rag touching my neck and face. A small gesture that still stays with me.

She sacrificed for me time and time again, caring for me with her actions and doing it in a loving manner.

~ Britain Jacobson

Britain JacobsonBritain Jacobson is in his junior year at Patrick Henry College where he is studying Strategic Intelligence. When he’s not busy with classes, homework, or working at one of several jobs, he enjoys reading books, playing soccer, or catching up on current events. Britain is also the well-loved big brother to his 7 younger Jacobson siblings.

So If You’re A Mom….

Those small acts of sacrifice? Those moments of standing strong? Those prayers cried out on your child’s behalf?

Now we know.

They really do matter and they do add up.

You got it right!

~ Lisa Jacobson

P.S.  If you’re wondering if I cried the first time I read this? Why, yes, I did. Sobbed, actually.

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Baked Macaroni and Cheese {& Walking Through Storms}

Baked Macaroni and Cheese

Sometimes, we’re aware that were about to walk into a storm.

We can sense the temperature changing before there is any evidence. We just know. We tense, brace ourselves, and try to prepare our minds with probable outcomes.

Other times, the storm hits unexpectedly.

Suddenly, we’re swept up in a cloud and we feel battered on all sides, and we’re left wondering, “what just happened?” Of course, I’m not talking about a physical storm like what these people are going through. I’m talking about a spiritual storm.

Out of the two storms, I prefer the unexpected. I don’t have time to think about it coming. It’s just there and I have to live in the moment and let the chips fall where they may, so to speak.

I Am Not Alone

Currently, I’m in a bit of a storm right now. One that I knew was coming. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it from coming. I knew that I shouldn’t stop it from coming. I knew that it needed to happen.

And I know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his purpose. ~ Romans 8:28

I’ve read that verse a million times. I even heard my father-in-law quote it in his sermon this past Sunday. For some reason, as I was writing this post, sorting out some of my thoughts, I thought of this verse.

God has a way of pushing our limits to stretch our thinking because He wants us to believe in Him.
To have faith in Him. To trust His purpose. He doesn’t want us sheltered from the storm because He gives us strength for anything. (Philippians 4:13)

We can endure the storm, no matter its length, because He loves us. (1 Corinthian 13:7) We can carry on even though we are weighed down with the world on our shoulders because we are not alone. (Hebrews 13:5 )

I am not alone — with Him I’m strong enough to handle anything — and He is working everything together for His purpose.

Baked Macaroni and Cheese

Well, if that’s not a perfectly comforting little pep talk, then I don’t know what is.

Something else that is comforting? Baked macaroni and cheese. The cheesy goodness, crisp top layer, and every carb lovers dream come true – another recipe that is perfect for potlucks, bringing a meal to someone, or serving alongside a main dish.

You could turn this into a main dish and add cooked chopped chicken or crumbled bacon.

If you wanted to get really crazy, you could make your own Hamburger Helper version. Just brown some ground beef and add a taco seasoning packet and layer it in with the pasta. Mmm, that could be really yummy!

The possibilities are endless with a great mac and cheese recipe.


~ Chels {Catz in the Kitchen}

*Are you walking through a storm right now? Is there something we can pray for you about? Comment below….

Baked Macaroni and Cheese

Baked Macaroni and Cheese
Recipe type: Main
Serves: 6-8 servings

A simple baked macaroni and cheese that’s creamy on the inside and crispy on top. The perfect side dish to any occasion.
  • 1 lb. elbow macaroni
  • 3-4 tbsp butter, chilled & cubed
  • 2-4 cups grated cheddar cheese, I usually use around 3-3½ cups
  • 1-2 cups milk
  • salt and pepper, to taste

  1. Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees. Grease a deep, large casserole dish with non-stick cooking spray.
  2. Bring a large pot of water to boil and cook the pasta according to the box’s directions. Drain.
  3. Place a small layer of pasta on the bottom of the baking dish. Sprinkle salt and pepper lightly over the pasta. Place 5 dots of butter over the pasta and top with some shredded cheese. ( I usually eyeball all of this.)
  4. Repeat this layer until you’ve run out of pasta or have come to the top of the dish, ending with the topping of shredded cheese. Pour the milk into the baking dish-basically, guess on covering about a ⅓ of the baking dish in milk. This is what makes the creaminess.
  5. Place the baking dish uncovered in the oven and bake for 20 minutes. After 20 minutes, cover with baking dish with a lid or foil and bake for an additional 20 minutes.

Chelsia RiefChels is a born-again believer who dreams of living with all four seasons in Central Oregon. She’s a wife and stay at home mom to her three vivacious kiddos whom she home schools. When she’s not schooling or chasing after her munchkins, she enjoys reading, bubble baths, and finding clothing/kitchen treasure at thrift stores. But more than all of that, she finds refuge in her kitchen where she and her husband can be found cooking and baking up a storm for their family and friends. You can read more about her culinary endeavors at CatzintheKitchen.com.

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How to Overcome: The One Thing You Need

How to Overcome: The One Thing You Need

The answer’s simple, right?

Faith. It’s the victory that overcomes the world.

And yet, sometimes we stamp our feet in protest. It’s just not “working.”

We want these mountains moved. They’re enough to break our hearts. His cancer… Her husband… My finances… Their child. We want miracles for ourselves and our brothers and sisters in Christ.

We wonder how it works — asking anything in His name and receiving it — because we thought for sure our faith was at least as big as a mustard seed.

But walking by faith is not walking by sight.

“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.”

 ~ Hebrews 11:1 ~

Indescribable Beauty

There’s no one formula.

No magic.

We don’t see how it will work out.

All we see through blurry eyes are the Words of Jesus, assuring us He will never leave or forsake us (Hebrews 13:5)… His grace is sufficient (2 Corinthians 12:9)… and He will work all things for the good of those who love Him (Romans 8:28).

And this not seeing is what makes it faith.

We’re all about instant relief. But He’s about so much more.

While we long for Him to grant miracles, He’s working indescribable beauty.

Moon Moth

The Ability to Overcome

Like the moth that squeezes through the excruciatingly small passage from his cocoon into the world over what we’d call too long a struggle… the helpfulness of an observer who would “mercifully” cut it open open only handicaps the moth for life. The struggle must be in order for blood to reach and empower the creature’s exquisite new wings.*

The moth’s story is our own.

Misplaced tenderness cripples. But faith in the midst of struggle births life.

No, faith is not about premature deliverance from our troubles.

But faith is the victory that overcomes the world — your world. Today.

  • Faith is giving God complete control of your finances. Trusting His Word that He will supply all your need, not by credit cards or fewer tithes, but according to His riches in Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:19).
  • Faith is yielding your body to Him, allowing whatever diseases, scars, or griefs it bears to bring Him glory, remembering that a perfect, glorified body awaits you in Heaven.
  • Faith is refusing to manipulate and micromanage relationships — instead permitting the Holy Spirit time and space to do the real work.
  • Faith is honoring an undeserving husband, trusting Jesus to love and empower you as you obey Him.
  • Faith is believing you will reap what you sow… in your thought life, in your walk with God, in your parenting… and acting accordingly.
  • Faith is putting one foot in front of the other no matter how dark and confusing the journey.

Faith fills the mundane — it’s the moment-by-moment choices that prove you’re taking God at His Word.

And sometimes faith requires boldness. Actions that others will question. Dramatic decisions that only feel right when your eyes are glued to Jesus. Crazy things like walking on the water.

My prayer for you and me today?

Something deeper than an easy-fix miracle… the ability to overcome.

I pray that we would “… run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith.” Hebrews 12:1-2 (emphasis mine)

How to Overcome - The One Thing You Need

For further encouragement today, read all of Hebrews 11-12. And if your load is heavy and your faith is wavering, please let me know how I can pray for you!



*Illustration from January 9th entry of “Streams in the Desert” by L.B. Cowman

Jennifer+EbenhackJennifer is the author of Take Courage: Choosing faith on my journey of fear, and blogs at jenniferebenhack.com. She and her husband Jarod served as missionaries in the country of Haiti, where they became parents to all five of their children, three of whom are adopted. Those eventful years produced a gift of brokenness in Jennifer through which she has discovered the depths of God’s healing grace.

In between loads of laundry, homeschooling, and enjoying the South Florida shoreline she is writing a memoir of their nine-year adoption process and eight years in Haiti.

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My Dear Daughter: A Word About Love Stories and Happy Endings

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I feel rather blessed.

Being the mother of several lovely teenage daughters—young, bright, and beautiful.

All of them hoping to get married some day.

Or at least they think they will.

But to tell you the truth, they’ve grown a little doubtful lately.

The girls observe these marriages around them falling apart right before their eyes. They’ve seen the destruction of divorce and have stayed up late comforting dear friends whose parents are parting ways.

Or, they watch while some couples stay together, yet grow increasingly cold and distant.

Tension filling the air.

It troubles them to think of their lives ending in this unhappy way.

It messes with their minds and messes with their dreams.

They’re not little girls anymore and they understand that life is no fairytale.

But they can’t help wondering where did all the good stories go? You know, the ones with a happy ending?

Whatever happened to happily-ever-after?

And this is what I tell each precious one . . . .

My Dear Daughter - A Word About Love Stories and Happy Endings


My Dear Daughter

My dear daughter,

I believe in a good God who desires to write a beautiful story for our lives.

Rather than looking at the messed-up world around you, fix your eyes on Him who is more than able to care for you. He is the One you can trust for your hope and for your future.

. . . casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you. (I Pet. 5:7)

I believe in a God who’s in the business of changing people.

He can change me and He can move that man of mine. He has the power to transform our marriage into something wonderful and glorifying to Him.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new. (2 Cor. 5:17)

I believe in a God who restores and redeems.

He can heal the broken and save the lost. I’ve seen Him turn lives around and rescue marriages from the most impossible situations.

The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. (Ps. 34:18)

I believe in a God who sees the big picture.

While we might only see the snapshot – what is happening today – He knows what our future holds.

For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. (Jer. 29:11)

You can take your daddy and me, for example. Here we are, two imperfect people who have learned to love each other—who are still learning to love each other. Look at the good work God is doing in and through our life together.

Growing, learning, forgiving and loving some more.

This is the stuff that makes for some of the best stories.

This is a real love story.

With a very happy ending.

With love,


A Good and Powerful God

So that’s the kind of story I’m hoping for our daughters and the kind I’m hoping for you.

Not because I believe in fairytales, but because I believe in a good and powerful God.

Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen. (Eph. 3:20-21)

Let’s call on our God – He who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think – to do His beautiful work in our lives and relationships!

In His grace,

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Those Little Life Lessons I Learned in Grandma’s Kitchen

Those Little Lessons I Learned in Grandma's Kitchen

Opening the side door that she used as the front entry, we walked straight into the kitchen.

Ahead I could see the sewing room, where I would always look to see if there was a new dress hanging for me. Immediately to my right was the first kitchen chair –the special comfortable one with rolling wheels, for my grandpa –one of several chairs set around the 50’s-style table.

There was the smell of bacon grease and the little felt and pop-can-tab lizard attached by magnets to the fridge –a forever-valuable piece of art made by one of her kids.

It was a room full of life.

Where Grandma greeted her camper court customers and clipped dad’s hair. Where cookies often cooled on brown paper sacks and fried chicken came out of the electric skillet.

There were elements of my grandma’s kitchen that I will never forget and that are simple enough for any mom to copy . . .

  • The plates set to warm in the oven and pulled out just when the food was ready.
  • A bowl of cut-up fruit and several forks sticking out of it that she would plop down in front of us.
  • Always a game of Chinese Checkers in progress.
  • During breakfast the big Bible opened and her reading stories that she would embellish with ridiculous details, “to see if we were paying attention.”
  • A preacher on the little TV on Sunday morning.
  • An assortment of small containers pulled out of the fridge with every meal because never did leftovers go in the garbage.
  • A hot wash rag kept next to her plate, to scrub the sticky hands of children who had just eaten.
  • A timer set to go off at random times during a birthday meal, for a surprise present every time it dinged.
  • Toothpicks stuck in the homemade chocolate cake pieces, to keep the Saran Wrap from sticking to the frosting.
  • A brown paper sack tucked into the plastic garbage bag, to save money by making the plastic bags go as far as possible.
  • A freshly ironed dollar bill handed to me once a week for several years, so I could build my own savings account.
  • One can of pop split between two glasses filled with ice, for a frugal but special treat on pizza night.

It wasn’t a big room, and it was mostly utilitarian in appearance . . .

But there I learned to laugh and to be thrifty and to be generous.

Those Life Lessons I Learned in Grandmas Kitchen

*Is there anything special you would copy from your grandma’s kitchen?

Christy FitzwaterChristy Fitzwater is a pastor’s wife south of the border (Canadian, that is.) She has two children –a newly married daughter and a son who is a senior in high school, although she is in denial about the latter. Christy is a librarian’s daughter and an English major who loves the smell of a new book and freshly sharpened pencils but who occasionally can be seen in a kayak as her one claim to athleticism. Living in Kalispell, Montana she teaches high school Spanish at a Christian school in the afternoons and spends the mornings writing her devotional blog, Off the Shelf. Her greatest desire is to help people know and understand who God is. You can also find her at Pinterest and Twitter.

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What His Word Says About How He Sees Me {& 2 Book Giveaway}

What His Word Says About How He Sees Me

*I am so thrilled for you to meet Sara Hagerty! She is a new friend and fellow contributor at TheBetterMom. After meeting her, I began reading her newly released book, Every Bitter Thing Is Sweet, and I literally couldn’t put it down. Her beautiful words and powerful ministry reached deep inside my soul. I pray you will be as blessed and encouraged by her today! ~ Lisa

As I sighed under my breath towards her, I caught her eye.

She’d heard the exasperation that was intended only for me. Her sister was on edge, too. She needed my cheek against hers and my hand on her back, but in my tiredness she got the one-sentence pep-talk that rarely moves a heart. I was coach, today, barking instructions and correcting their errors. I couldn’t see them past the seven things on my list that needed to be done (yesterday) and the fact that I was hours away from dinner and I’d forgotten the main ingredient at the grocery store meat counter. Again.

They were players on a field, not hearts, to me on this day.

But the real evaluation happening in our home was centered around me. Failed! — at the chance to reach her when my sigh betrayed my words. Failed! — at speaking to where she was when I used flat phrases. Failed! — at training when I chose to command, not teach. Failed! — at keeping up with yesterday, which left me in the negative today. All capped off by another family dinner from Chipotle to cover over this mama’s gaps.

I carried my internal report card into the nook off our bedroom, without even noticing. It’s hard to catch on to your own scrutiny when you’re always under it. As I stepped across the threshold into that sacred place where I get to breathe, I heard on my inside His declaration over me: yes, this is good. And I knew as I absorbed the words that “this” meant my home, these children, this environment we’d created in the space that held more laundry and disparate doll clothes and random puzzle pieces than I’d like.

He had a declaration for me that day. It was different than my own.

What His Word Says About Me


I sank into the overstuffed chair by the fireplace and took note of this pause. He hadn’t waited for a quiet moment so as to better instruct my mommyhood or, rather, to tell me to silence those thoughts. He’d intersected a “C” day on my internal report card with a new grade. The one that actually mattered.

And all of a sudden, I saw it. It was good. My day flipped on its ear after that one phrase from Him. Instead of all the failure, I remembered how she’d let me hold her, long — the one who usually resisted me. And her sister didn’t read words, but pages that day. In my lap. The little tike had a rough morning and I helped him make his bed and he left his room standing tall.

I had missed it all in my scrutiny.

But God had a better word over my day.

What HIs Word Says About How He Sees

The One who spun beauty has an eye for what He made that we can’t mimic; it can only be imparted to us. And any evaluation I might make of my life — and my mess — independent of His, leaves me living in gnawing dissatisfaction.

Mamas, in the twenty-four hour span of today, He saw the dozen diapers you changed and the six times you wiped down the counter after their sippy cup spilled and how you held her, tight, when you really just wanted to plop her into bed. He saw the book you read him, again, and the block tower you built. He saw you folding sixteen pairs of panties and matching an equal number of socks that would be un-matched and worn in days. He saw you wipe her nose that could have just run all day.

He saw your “yes” today. Weak as it may be, His eye witnessed your weak yes.

It’s how He defined you.

Your list is likely different, if you’re like me and fighting a lifetime of negative thinking. You noted when you were short with her. And when you left him to run outside with his shoes untied, just because you didn’t want to tie them again. You didn’t forget that you checked your phone when she was tugging on the hem of your shirt saying “up, Mommy, please.”

We take this information — these analyses on our day — and use it as our catalyst for change. We hang it over our heads like a banner — “better not do that again” — in hopes that a “C” report card may motivate us to make an “A” tomorrow.

But it’s not working. We’re not changing.

Because it’s not the way He works change.

But by my Spirit, He says.

The Spirit of God does not function within our human constructs. His ways that are higher aren’t just better so that we have a tighter list of rules by which we can achieve that “A”. They are other.

They are love of an other-worldly kind.

He sees my weak mommy moments as opportunity and, while not afraid to call them out, He leads me to Himself by His gentle eyes towards my weakness.

What His Word Says On How He Sees Me

I fall under a long line of greats — Abraham, Jacob, David, Peter to name a few — whose God called and labelled them by their weak “yes”, not by their dozens of life-”no”s. They grew because they received, and then believed, God’s perspective on them.

If this mama is going to grow in Him and not just live, stagnant, under a story of what He did once-way-back-when in my life, I need to start believing not only what His Word says about Him but what His Word says about how He sees me. On my worst days.

His love doesn’t fit inside the world’s understanding of love.

And it’s on my worst days, as I mutter one weak “yes” towards Him, that I have the best chance of seeing just how other it is.

Try it on for size: Begin to study in the Word the emotions of God’s heart towards you when you are weak. Give it a week, or three, and watch how you’re relating towards her changes. When we get stuck in our love towards them — when we get stale in our mundane moments — it is inevitably tied to stale impressions of Him. Here are a few isolated verses to start with — however, doing a study on those like Abraham, Jacob, David, and Peter and God’s stance towards them will shed light on how He really sees His broken people:  Exodus 34:6, Micah 7:18, Isaiah 55:7-9, Lamentations 3:22-23, Psalm 18:35, Psalm 103:10, Psalm 103:14, Psalm 16:11, Romans 2:4, Jeremiah 29:11-12, 1 John 4:19.

For Your Continued Pursuit: John 6:63 | Zechariah 4:6 | Romans 2:4 | Hebrews 6:10 | Hebrews 11:3 | Isaiah 55:8-9 | Psalm 24:6 | Matthew 16:18 | Hebrews 11:21 | Acts 13:22 | Psalm 18:35

A Giveaway for Every Bitter Thing Is Sweet

Now I’m delighted to be able to offer two copies of Sara’s new book, Every Bitter Thing Is Sweet! And to give you a sense of how much I enjoyed her book, here’s what I said in my review:

This is one of the most beautiful books I’ve read in a very long time. Sarah Hagerty is a particularly gifted writer (she has the most lovely writing style!) and her story touches the deepest of places. I found myself stopping many times while reading and just staring off as I pondered the truth of what she had to say. Inspiring, convicting, and touching. I highly recommend this book! ~ Lisa Jacobson

Every Bitter Thing Is Sweet

You can purchase her book HERE (I’m actually getting several copies to give for Christmas presents! Shh…..):

Every Bitter Thing Is Sweet: Tasting the Goodness of God in All Things

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Sara Hagerty - Every Bitter Thing Is SweetSara is a wife to Nate and a mother of five whose arms stretched wide across the expanse between the United States and Africa. After almost a decade of Christian life she was introduced to pain and perplexity and, ultimately, intimacy with Jesus. God met her and moved her when life stopped working for her. And out of the overflow of this perplexity, came her writing, both on her blog and in her book – Every Bitter Thing Is Sweet, just released via Zondervan.

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