Because My Kids Deserve Better (And So Do Yours)

By: Erin Davis

IMG_6907After losing my temper again with my children, I uttered a desperate prayer, “Lord, please deliver me from my anger, irritability, and lack of self control.”

It’s not a new prayer. I’d prayed it plenty before and know most other mommas have too. But it never seemed to stop the cycle of frustration and shame that had become a daily part of my job as a mom.

That’s because God doesn’t have a magic wand.

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Finding Freedom in Traditions

By Miriam Walsh

christmas-countdown-wallpapers-2-1024x768Christmas traditions can feel like traps to me, silent pressure to assimilate. They seem so appealing from my vantage point outside of other people’s families.  Other moms gracefully weave their traditions into meaningful celebrations saturated with spiritual significance. Yet when I tried to engage what other moms successfully did, I ended up feeling captive to my own unmet expectations. I also ended up feeling more conformed to the image of the Grinch rather than to the image of Jesus.

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The Pursuit of Quiet

By: Heidi Jo Fulk

quietSo we’re moms and the probability of quiet in our lives is anywhere from “not likely” to “you’ve got to be kidding me”.  I get it.  I truly do.  If we want and need quiet, we’re going to have to hunt it down like it’s the last drop of water in the desert.  But remember, the kind of quiet that we’re talking about here is not just reduced noise.   It may be that, but it goes deeper too.  Quiet means a reliance on God—seeking Him for wisdom and strength and not thinking and acting in our own power.  Quiet means self-control.  It means placing our hope in God and His word.  It means putting God in His rightful place.

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Quiet’s Perspective

By: Heidi Jo Fulk

quietQuiet.  Calm.  Peaceful.  As I shared in my last post, when I studied the word and concept of “quiet” throughout the Bible, it started in the way I thought it might with ideas like these.  But I also discovered links to other virtues like humility, wisdom, hope, and strength.  The links to strength were particularly profound to me because frankly, I long for strength.  True strength.  The kind that will equip me for both everyday events and life-changing moments.  I’ve been a mom, yea verily alive long enough to know my strength runs out in a hurry.  So discovering quiet is a pathway and building block for strength has been remarkable to me.

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Surprised by Quiet

We’re going to take a break from our Christmas Prep to ponder what “quiet” looks like.

By: Heidi Jo Fulk

quietThe word quiet has been very loud for me this year.  It began as I chose this verse as I created some goals at the start of the new year…

I Peter 3:4—Instead, it (a woman’s beauty) should consist of what is inside the heart with the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very valuable in God’s eyes.

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The Crucible of Family

By: Shannon Popkin

DSC_2100My husband and I recently enjoyed a restful weekend away. We basked in beautiful scenery, interruption-free discussions, and the slower pace we had been craving. Before heading home, we took a walk on a golf course, which was beautifully framed with fall colors. As we drank in the orange hues, we prayed together. I asked God for help to love our precious kids well, and for discernment to discipline them wisely.

I sighed as we got in the car, and said, “Thanks, Babe. I feel ready to go be a good mom.” Ken squeezed my knee and pointed the car toward home.

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Tracing the Hand of God

By Miriam Walsh

ID-10058213 Remember the art project our kids made when their hands were small and chubby? Even craft-challenged moms like me could have success in using a pen to trace their sweet little hands on construction paper. Then together we would adorn the paper fingers with feathers and the thumb with a candy corn beak and black licorice hat. Draw in some feet and—voila—it’s a perfect turkey.

As the kids get older they soon learn to trace their own hands and the designs that could be made from a traced hand seem endless. Whether it was macaroni shells or dried beans or watercolor paints the end result was always original and somewhat of an adventure in creativity to achieve a satisfying result.

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A Locker Room Pep Talk for Moms

By: Heidi Jo Fulk

PEPTALK-3-560x560 Alright Moms.  Everyone get in here.  I think we need to talk.

A lot of you are dragging in.  And a few of you look pretty beat up.  A lot of crinkled foreheads, dark circles, and some funky clothes in here.  So let’s get to it.

I know it’s hard out there.  You’ve got at least one if not a gaggle of children that call you “Mom”.  They probably call you that about 1,000 times a day.  You’re feeding kids, cleaning kids, cleaning up after kids, and teaching kids.  You’re singing songs, doing homework, playing games, reading books, and rocking babies.  You’re grocery shopping, watching the neighbor’s kids, serving at church, and maybe even working outside of your home.

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Christmas Prep!

By: Heather Patenaude

christmas-countdown-wallpapers-2-1024x768This week most of us will be celebrating Thanksgiving with a huge meal, family time, and football! Maybe you’ll be one to get up at 3 am to shop on “Black Friday”! However you will be spending your holiday week, we here at Beyond Bath Time hope it’s filled with thankfulness!

But it also means we’re one holiday closer to Christmas and for me that means my house will turn red and green!

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Dumb Things Moms Say Part 3

By: Erin Davis

Words-Have-PowerI was in a room of women once. We were introducing ourselves with by answering the standard openers…”What’s your name?” and “Where do you work?”

“Teacher.”

“Writer.”

“Case Manager.”

Everyone took a turn. Except for one woman who seemed to be trying to melt into the wall. When someone asked her what she did, she timidly said one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard a mom say…

“I’m just a mom.”

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Dumb Things Moms Say Part 2

By: Erin Davis

Words-Have-PowerSometimes we moms say the dumbest things (guilty!). I’m on a mission to cut some of the silly things we say from our collective vocabulary. If you missed my first post in this series, be sure to check it out here.

Remember, I gave two litmus tests straight from God’s Word to help us know what we should (and should not) say.

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Moms Say The Dumbest Things

By: Erin Davis 

Words-Have-PowerRemember that game show Kids Say the Darndest Things? I’d like to propose a sequel…

Mom’s Say The Dumbest Things.

I’ve been paying attention and there are a few momisms that just need to go. As a mom myself I’ve been known to say plenty of dumb things but I’m trying to kick the habit and I hope you’ll join me.

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T2—Love Your Husband

By: Heidi Jo Fulk

Slide1“How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.”  I’m guessing Elizabeth Barrett Browning didn’t have Titus 2 in mind when she wrote those words.  But for some reason, Browning’s words are in my mind as I think about how Titus 2 tells us to love our husbands.

How do you love your husband?  Go ahead.  Count the ways.  But before you do, consider this: the word love in Titus 2:4 in the original language is a form of “phileo”.  Carolyn Mahaney describes phileo as “a tender, affectionate, passionate kind of love.  It emphasizes enjoyment and respect in a relationship.”  So…how are you tenderly, affectionately, passionately loving your husband?  Somehow washing clothes, making dinner, and raising children don’t seem to be the right answers to that question.

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Brain Day

By: Heidi Jo Fulk

brain dayWe’re big on traditions in the Fulk home, but one stands out from most other families—Brain Day.  It’s one of the biggest remembrance stones in the 14 year marriage and family of Dan and Heidi Jo Fulk—and it’s today.

Thirteen years ago today, I was in an eight hour surgery to have a 2.5 centimeter benign tumor removed from the center of my brain.  I was 23, had been married for just 18 months, a first grade teacher for 3 months, and had no idea that was the way I would start either.  I also had no idea of the impact and far-reaching effects the privilege of having that tumor would have on my marriage, my family, indeed, my whole life.

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