By Heather Patenaude
On Wednesday we introduced Holy30, our 30 days to holiness challenge for the month of September. Today we want to flush it out a bit more.
What does 30 days of eating “spiritually pure” mean? What will it look like? And will you take the challenge?
By Heather Patenaude
Social media invites you into the lives of your friends and even into the lives of people who aren’t friends. Pictures get posted, comments get made, we “like” status updates, and through that we glimpse into the lives of others. We see fads come and go even more with social media. (Before you think the challenge is a month without social media keep reading!)
By: Erin Davis
I have three sons. One of the things that has shocked me about raising so much testosterone is how much they like to fight. Every stick is a potential sword. Every opportunity to play seems to turn into a battle.
When this first started happening, I reasoned that what my children were watching must be the culprit for their fascination with duking it out. Looking back I can see this didn’t make logical sense. We monitor our children’s media choices carefully. They’ve had zero exposure to violent content. As a result, my attempts to curb the fighting by screening what their little eyes saw produced basically no results. But I kept barking up that tree for months, cutting more and more programs out of their list of mommy approved viewing material.
By: Heidi Jo Fulk
In the last T2 post, we ended by focusing on some key truths for when we feel overwhelmed by the requirements of the Titus 2 mandate. (I’m not alone, right?! Somebody out there has got to be at least a little dazed by something on that list.) But alongside—or really more at the foundation of those truths—is the capacity God gives us to obey and live out those commands.
By: Amy Cantilina
One day last summer, just before our social worker arrived at our house for our 6-month post-placement visit following then 6-year-old Isabel’s adoption from China, Isabel asked me in Chinese “why did I come here?”
She was referring to coming to join our family. Just minutes before, I had explained why Daddy hadn’t yet left for work, since he was waiting for our social worker to come and talk about how things were going with Isabel in our family.
“Why did I come here?”
By Miriam Walsh
I curled up in my favorite chair, flipped through the pages of my new photography book and began reading. Though I read the same sentence repeatedly, I still had no idea what it was trying to convey because my thoughts were being drowned out by the bickering voices on the other side of the living room.
“Why do you have to be so close to me?
“What’s it to you?”
“Just don’t touch me. And quit looking at me.”
“I’m just asking you a simple question.”
“Well, I don’t want to talk. I’m trying to read.”
By: Shannon Popkin
Spoiler Alert: If you haven’t, you might want to read part 1, part 2, and part 3 before you read the conclusion:
The day finally came. As I welcomed the builder into my bursting-with-potential kitchen, I could hardly keep from hugging him. He followed me about the house, listening to me babble on with my ideas, and then asked if my husband would be joining us. I said, “Oh, he’s heard me talking about this for years, now.”
By Shannon Popkin
Spoiler alert: You might want to read part 1 and part 2 before you read on…
I was a bit like Cinderella before the ball, humming little songs and dancing dreamily about my kitchen–the same kitchen that would soon be expanding by the magic wand of three big fat checks all rolled up into one!
I decided to wait and call the builder after we got home from the restaurant, just so that everything was official. But before we left the house, I did check the calendar for the following week. I was wondering if I might need to reschedule a few things, since we were probably going to have a hole in the kitchen by then.
By Shannon Popkin
We wives who have a way of getting what we want have this tactic called persistence. The more we bring something up, the closer we get to the tipping point–where our husbands abdicate their preferences to keep their sanity.
This is the tactic I used on Ken as I initiating regular ‘discussions’ about the home addition I was lobbying for. (Read part 1 here.) These were rather one-sided discussions, wherein I did all of the talking and eventually, Ken did the caving. He now describes it like this: “Once that idea [of a bigger kitchen] was birthed, I knew it wasn’t dying any time soon. It moved in and made the house even smaller.”
By Shannon Popkin
Five or six years ago, I began complaining about our kitchen to my husband. I said that it was too small. You could only fit a tiny round table in the eating area, and there wasn’t nearly enough room if we wanted to have a big group of people over for dinner. Plus, the kids had to get off their stools at the island if I wanted to get the milk out of the fridge behind them.
That’s how small it was. (Shudder!) And the kids were only getting bigger.
by Kimberly Wagner
“I love you, Mama!” The seven year old little guy sent out his love message to his mom in the driver’s seat. I glanced to the back and saw his big grin. This was about the third time that day I’d heard his unsolicited shout-out of love. We’d enjoyed several hours of adventure together, his mom, twin sister, and I, and throughout the day I’d witnessed two children very “rooted and grounded in love.”
By: Heather Patenaude
A week ago I had an amazing opportunity to attended the launch of: Passion Pursuit: What Kind of Love are you Making? with Dr. Juli Slattery and Linda Dillow and this is why I am so excited about this study.
Passion Pursuit is a bible study about sexual intimacy that is geared for married women! Yes, a bible study on sex!
Guest Post: Dr. Juli Slattery
I have never been much of a cook. With three sisters and a mother who all cook and bake masterfully, I had no reason to learn how. Now that I am a wife and mother, I have reluctantly accepted my role as the family chef. A few years ago, I attempted to bake a homemade cake for a dinner party. I measured all of the ingredients carefully, preheated the oven, and baked my cake at the exact temperature the recipe called for.
Guest post by: Dr. Juli Slattery
One of the most consistent struggles in my life can be summed up in one word: identity. I first became aware of it in my early teen years. I stopped eating to see the numbers on the bathroom scale drop. I worked tirelessly to get all A’s and please all of the grown-ups in my life. Everything looked great on the outside but I developed stomach ulcers by the time I was 16—so great was the pressure to become a person of worth.