We are waiting for so many things, aren’t we? For healing. For joy. For peace. For heaven. Whether it’s right on the surface or deep in our souls, we feel the longing for all to be really, truly well.
The distance between poverty and “self-sufficiency” is a no-man’s land. It’s two steps forward, three back. And there are more enticing reasons to hang on to the help when you can get it than to kill yourself to stand on your own two feet.
It’s good to remember what you were rescued from so that you never return to slavery. It’s good to remember who cared for you when you couldn’t take care of yourself.
I remember reading the list in the What to Expect Book carefully and following every detail. Like I was making a lemon meringue pie. Or replacing the water pump in a car. I had never washed a newborn before! I needed detailed instructions.
May Your unfailing love be with us Lord, even as we put our hope in You. Psalm 33:22
Still, the beautiful ideal to me is a hard but simple farm life and a dining room table school. But that’s not my life at all . . .
I think every mama on this Monday morning will say a prayer. Whether she believes in God or not. Because someone has to watch them. Someone, please.
What is it about sitting in the presence of someone cooking a fresh meal that soothes?
There’s a lot to read on the world wide web and so little time to read it. So thanks!