As many of you know, I’m in the way, way, Beyond Bath Time season! But I can still get down on my knees by the tub to scrub-a-dub-dub our grandchildren! I’d like to introduce you to my friend, Dorothy, who is in the stage of life where all she can do is scrub behind a child’s ear, so to speak. But at the age of 97 this woman of God is so much more to her family and friends. On Wednesday mornings at 7 a.m., she sits by me at our weekly prayer meeting where I glean first hand from her humble wisdom poured out from a life lived by faithfully walking and talking with God.
In the spring of 2008 I first prayed for a baby, and in the spring of 2011 God answered that prayer with the birth of our beautiful daughter. My joy was full but so were the fears I wrestled. In some ways I felt like a baby Christian again, caught in a whirlwind of emotions, learning and applying what I have known and trusted into a completely new life – I know I’m definitely not the first to feel that!
Friends of ours had given us a card when their first son was born; it was full of prayer requests for his little life, a prayer for every day of the month. My prayers were not quite as coherent as those, especially at first, but the urgency of the moment drove me to my knees. “Help her, help me” baby prayers at 3am; prayers as I heard the baby monitor light up in the morning; prayers when I thought of her safety, her soul, her future; prayers with my husband; prayers while Eliza listened in.
I pen these words the day after a bomber took out an 8-year-old as he waited for his dad to cross the finish line of the Boston marathon. There’s not a single day that I drop my son off at pre-school that I don’t think about Sandy Hook and have to fight the urge to do a U-turn in the school parking lot, bring him home and lock all the doors. Then there are super viruses, bacterial infections, and childhood cancers…It’s enough to make me want to say this desperate prayer all day, every day “Jesus, keep my kids safe. Jesus, keep my kids safe. JESUS, PLEASE KEEP MY KIDS SAFE!”
“For we ourselves forgive everyone who is indebted to us” Luke 11:4.
Kids make mistakes. Lots of them. Sometimes those mistakes are pointed squarely in our direction as moms. We understand that missing the mark is part of the learning process but when we are extra tired, extra stretched or extra raw as we mother all of that disobedience, anger and loss of our personal property can sting. Continue reading →
“Now Jesus was praying in a certain place, and when he finished, one of his disciples said to him, ‘Lord teach us to pray, as John taught his disciples’” Luke 11:1.
Prayer. Add it to the list of things I feel guilty about as a mom right below never wanting to do crafts with my kiddos and being too cutthroat during games of Candyland with my four-year-old. Continue reading →
Oh, the Exodus. What a strange and troublesome blot on the story of God’s people…
Every time I read about how God delivered His people from slavery with dramatic interventions like plagues and parting the Red Sea I am amazed. But within a few pages, when God’s people start grumbling about petty issues like food, frankly I want to slap them silly. Continue reading →
Augustine was one of the most influential Christian theologians of all time. His fifth-century writings in support of biblical orthodoxy and against the prevailing heresies of his day shaped Western thought for centuries to come. Continue reading →
I can’t find my hairbrush or my spatula or my grandmother’s antique teacups. None of this seems to bother my two sons even though it’s making me batty. However, Eli is not thrilled that I’ve lost his cowboy boots, his catcher’s mask, and his collection of baseball DVDs. Every day Noble asks if I have found his backhoe and I have to tell him “not yet,” to which he usually sulks off with a pout or the occasional tear. Continue reading →
As I was listening to one mother’s account of her child’s impending birth and early years of life, I suddenly became ashamed of myself. Her story began by her telling us that her child would be born with a problem with his intestines. He would never be able to live his life as a normal baby. He would have to endure many operations and he would have to carry this burden the rest of his life. Continue reading →
(Blogger Heidi Jo Fulk continues today with Part 2 of her story about one “forgettable” trip to MOPS. If you missed Part 1, you can find it here.)
After the long day of tests in the emergency room, It was determined that my shunt had malfunctioned and I needed a new one. I had to be transferred by ambulance from a smaller campus of our hospital to the main location where my neurosurgeon was waiting for me. Continue reading →
(In Beyond Bath Time, Erin shares how her MOPS group served and ministered to her during a dark, difficult time of mothering — dramatically effecting her life. She also encourages us to seek community and accountability with other moms in groups like MOPS, one you might have at your church, or one you may begin yourself. May I encourage and challenge you to the same through my own rather dramatic and life-changing story? It’s been over five years ago now, but when God gives you a big story, you need to share it.) Continue reading →
When I was only twelve weeks along with my first-born son, the doctor called us with some devastating news. The baby’s tiny bladder was blocked meaning he couldn’t process amniotic fluid and wasn’t expected to survive the pregnancy. My husband and I immediately decided that I would carry the baby to term despite the diagnosis. That decision launched us into a season of prayer unlike anything we had every experienced before. Continue reading →