It’s that time of year…back to school! Unfortunately, worry doesn’t take a break, even for school. In fact, the beginning of the school year can arouse worry and anxiety not only for our kids, but also for us as parents.
As you arm your students with pens and paper, consider equipping them with specific Scriptures for their days. Or pray intentionally over them as they eat breakfast, board the bus, or drive away for the first time.
Here are some examples: Continue reading
This last week we spent time with our fun MN family. After a week at the beach, we were set to return when a unique opportunity arose. My DH was invited to take a continuing education course taught by a prominent Seminary professor.
If you know my guy, you know he’s a nerd and a half who could spend all day talking theology. But he was conflicted. In fact, a bit anxious.
He couldn’t decide whether to stay for the class or return home to prepare for church events. He had a nagging feeling in his gut that he should go home. However, after much thought and discussion, we chose to stay.
What struck me about this whole process was his nagging feeling. He never has those kinds of feelings…so my first thought was, “This must be a sign from God that we should go home.” Yet there was no compelling reason to go home (for me) other than his feeling. Continue reading
I woke up the other night and I couldn’t breathe. My chest was tight, my heart was thumping, and my mind was in shock. It felt like a panic attack.
All because of a dream.
I’ve had bad dreams before, about death and other awful things, but this was by far the worst. I dreamed that Jim had an affair, had no desire to reconcile, and actually thought very poorly of me. It was a nightmare.
My dear husband has never given me any reason to have this dream. He is faithful, committed, and one of the greatest blessings in my life.
When I finally woke from this hellish dream, he was there to hold me, calm my sobs and process the happenings of this facade.
At 4 a.m. I realized that I still have a couple of insecurities lodged in my heart. Again, not because of Jim’s actions; it stems from my own self-doubt.
Am I loved?
Am I accepted?
Am I intelligent? Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago I blogged about my fear of strangers. I talked about how sometimes I am suspicious of others and how it can inhibit my witness. I think God must have read my post because I had two unique opportunities this week to work with strangers.
The first was with Mimi. Mimi is a wonderful 26-year-old woman of faith. Mimi also has special needs. She stayed with us for the weekend while her typical caregivers were out-of-town.
Caring for a special needs person is something that has never been on my radar. However our friends needed help, and asked us to consider watching her.
Normally I would be too worrisome to do something like this. What if something happens to her? What if I can’t handle her tantrums? What if something goes wrong? Would she be ok with the kids? Usually I would just say NO because of fear.
This time I said yes. I talked with my friend to prepare myself as much as possible. I was ready to bless Mimi. But I was unexpectedly blessed by Mimi. Continue reading