Why not now, Lord?

Why not now, Lord?

Rain splatters on the windows. It is cold, but the air is warm. “Come look!” my daughter pulls at my arm, her brown eyes sparkling. There are new piggies in the barn. They hide from the camera and grunt happily as they munch on corn behind the water dish. We talk about names and I…

Praying for Boys

Praying for Boys

by K.J. Tanner Friends of mine prayed for boys.  They asked and begged and after twenty weeks, they lay prone on a table, abdomen gooey as tears of joy streamed down their faces.  “It’s a boy!” the technician declared joyously. I cried not tears of joy, but one small tear of sadness.  It’s not that…

MotherStyles

MotherStyles

I have five children.  Each one of them is as different as the next, and I have spent my mothering years marveling at the way one God created such beautiful diversity in my children.  It thrills my heart to watch their unique personalities develop because I know that each of my children is a special,…

When efficiency is a problem

When efficiency is a problem

I have always loved being efficient. Doing something quickly and effectively gives me a thrill. Of course, my husband’s appreciation of my efficiency contributes to my satisfaction. And in general, my affection for efficiency is a good thing. But lately, I’ve realized that sometimes, prizing efficiency isn’t always best, especially when it conflicts with my…

Fit to Burst
Parenting Books

Fit to Burst

When I first read Rachel Jankovic’s debut book, Loving the Little Years, my feeling of relief and encouragement was profound.  Finally! Here was the author of a parenting book who understood where I was coming from.  At that point, I had two little ones under the age of two, and it seemed like all the parenting books…

Mended

Mended

Angie Smith didn’t set out to become a writer. Her blog, Bring the Rain, was begun as a way to keep family and friends up-to-date with the arrival of her fourth daughter, who was diagnosed as “incompatible with life.” Audrey Caroline lived a lifetime of just a few hours, but her mama kept right on…

The End.

The End.