I Need Grace

“Just as the sinner’s despair of any hope from himself is the first prerequisite of a sound conversion, so the loss of all confidence in himself is the first essential in the believer’s growth in grace.” ~ A. W. Pink

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I am a person who hates messing up. I mean, who actually likes making mistakes? But I really hate it. Messing up is way up there on my “things I just cant stand” list.

As much as I hate it and strive to avoid it, it still happens to me. I mess up. Those times remind me of grace, and how much I desperately need it. 

I write for Moms of Faith a couple times a week. Find this entire article about my faults and failings and need of grace here: In Need of Grace.

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Turn the “Light” On

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I admit, I felt a bit afraid during my recent getaway alone. I think I might try a Bed and Breakfast next time – just for the company at night!

Thoughts of fear translated themselves into an article titled, Turn “the Light” on When Fear Comes Calling. I write bi-weekly for Moms of Faith.

“Often, as I lay in bed waiting to sleep, I wonder if I remembered to lock the front door, and I ponder the responsibility that I have to protect my four children if anything were to happen while we slept.” – Me. 

Find this entire article here.

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Moms Will Understand

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“I hear the word, “Mom!” a lot, and sometimes it causes me to cringe as if the sound of it were fingernails on a chalkboard. Yeah, it’s that bad.” -Me

I love my children, but let’s face it, it often seems like I am needed an awful lot. For single mothers especially, it can get overwhelming.

MOM: A Three Letter Word can be found over at Moms of Faith where I write every Wednesday and Saturday.

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What I Want My Children to Be

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I confess that if I had a choice between hearing that my child was:

A.   An A+ student

B.   An All Star athlete

C.   An Artistic prodigy

D.  Kind

I would choose D. 

Read to find out more on how I feel about this over at my weekly post for Moms of Faith here: I Want My Children to Be Kind.

I write for Moms of Faith every Wednesday & Saturday.

 

Praise the One Who Paid

My children and I always pray before they leave for school, well, usually I do the praying. Yesterday my little P spoke up as soon as I said “amen.”

P: “Mom, I want to pray.”

“Dear Jesus, I’m so sorry we killed you on the cross.”

I’m not sure how she put that all together, I hadn’t mentioned it in my prayer.

Praise & Paid. Today, especially, I remember these words. (Good Friday)

He didn’t have to pay.

Sometimes the words of my heart are already written.

“Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.”-Elvina M. Hall (1865)

“Oh praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead.” -Kristian Stanfill

“Give praise to the Lord, proclaim his name; make known among the nations what he has done.” -Psalm 105:1

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Motherhood, Magnolias and Missionaries

I rarely struggle for inspiration. Actually, I don’t struggle at all – sometimes I just don’t have it. We’re halfway through the A to Z Challenge and on most days I know well in advance what I will be posting for each letter. But not today. Not “M.”

M! Motherhood, Magnolias, Madness. So many Ms! But I wasn’t feeling it. Was. Not. Inspired. At. All.

stockvault-magnolia-tree121131I care about you, dear readers. I do. I never want to post – just to post. When I read A Living Flame’s post this morning I realized instantly why I was not inspired – she had already written the post meant for today. Voila! Missionary. (PS – I loved this post. PPS – She also wrote the recipe for Chai in my post The Art of Chai.)

A Living Flame

Some days life on the field is easy. Then there are days when it is hard. There are days when I climb to the rooftop and singing praise songs over my neighbourhood and then there are days when I feel like hiding in a quiet corner of my house and listening to the voices that tell me I am not good enough and will never accomplish anything. When I want a close friend to take me out to coffee and pray with me I am reminded that I am alone.

But there is encouragement. There is a way that I bring myself back to reality and realise that my obstacles are small, my friends many and my situation hopeful.

In the past few years I have found great joy (and sorrow) in reading of the lives that have gone before me. When I read about Amy Carmicheal and that she…

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