This is going to date me, but when my boys were little, our baby monitor was not much more than a glorified walkie-talkie: no video, just sound. Not so the monitors of today! I love these things! They are sound activated (no continual hum), and have movable cameras.
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Last week I received this email message:
My dad, Dathan’s grandpa, has been gone since June 14, 2013, so seeing a sweet memory like this on his newsfeed was special to my nephew, Dathan, and he knew it would be special to me.
Since Dad rarely commented on Facebook I anxiously clicked on the link to see what prompted him to speak. It was this photo: find more here
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It started with a single video, and not a one of us wanted to believe what we were seeing and hearing. Then, one after another, more videos were released and truth hit us squarely right between the eyes.
I’ve never had an abortion, so I can’t speak for the women who have; however, I can speak to Christians who are called to be like Jesus. We must open our hearts, arms, and lives to the men and women who need to be loved, restored, and supported. We must not break their bruised souls. We must not snuff out the smoldering embers of their faith.
Yes, my heart breaks for the continue here
If you’re a mom, you’ve probably given yourself one or more, “Mom Awards”. You know the ones I mean: “Worst Mom of the Hour/Day/Week/Month/Year or Decade”; and the most despised: “Worst Mom of the Century”.
I have a closet full! There are days when I received all of them in one afternoon.
I’ll never forget one of the “Worst Mom” awards I received… I gave it find more here
Jesus, when you stumbled under the weight of the cross, was that the moment you felt the weight of my sin? Did you question the Father: “Her?”
Yet it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down. – Isaiah 53:4
Jesus, when they cracked the whip and the metal shards pulled the skin off your back did you feel the pain of my hand as it spanked my child in anger.
He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed. – Isaiah 53:5
Jesus, when the soldiers yelled and taunted you, did hear the sharp sting of my words as I talked down to my continue reading here
“Photo courtesy Orange County Archives.”
Saturday was a watershed day for me – I attended my first rodeo, and let me say, I learned a lot. I learned that this is a very complex sport. It requires strength, agility, speed and a healthy respect for animals.
I also learned that a 4 to 7-year-old in Texas has a different idea of playing than a 4 to 7-year old anywhere else I’ve lived! The youngest athletes at the rodeo strap on a helmet, lie on the back of a fully grown sheep, grab hold of the wool and hang on for dear life as the sheep tries to run away; this is called “Mutton busting”. I suppose it’s the rodeo equivalent to T-ball in baseball.
Saturday’s winner – a kindergartner with a ponytail and pink cowboy boots, also find more here