Parenting from a fearful “reality”

Parenting from a fearful reality

The other morning I was cruel to my beloved 6-year-old.  It was stupid, it was unnecessary, and I was completely in the wrong.  When she got home, I apologized to her, and she, being the sweet, loving child that she is, immediately forgave me.  It was another reminder that I am not yet where I want to be in relation to my children, nor am I parenting from a reality of abundance.  So what exactly happened?

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Human Divinity: My Sunday Service

human divinity

I was invited back to the pulpit yesterday, and it was my great honor to create my second Sunday service.  My first one was in November, 2016, right after election day, and I got great feedback on it.  This time was a bit easier, having gained confidence from the first time around.  I had so many people ask me yesterday to please email them my sermon so they could read it over again, or because they were unable to be in church (the weather made travel very tricky).  I’m afraid I cannot remember everyone who asked for it, so I am publishing it here so anyone can come and read it, and, hopefully, be inspired. Continue reading “Human Divinity: My Sunday Service”

What is my identity?

identity

I fell out of the habit of writing here a year ago.  Almost exactly.  2017 has been a hard year for me, and I have been focusing my energy in other places than this blog.  But I am still trying to post at least once a month.  Last night I listened to a podcast by Shawn Stevenson in which he interviewed Tom Bilyeu.  They discussed self-esteem and how to reprogram your brain.  One tool that I felt I could immediately put into practice is to decide just who I am.  What is my identity? Continue reading “What is my identity?”

My son’s tender heart {Thankful Thursday}

Today I struggled with coming up with a topic for today’s post. I started my day by opening up a bill in excess of $1000 that I was totally not expecting. That put me in a sour mood, so I put off writing. I wanted an authentic gratitude post, not one that felt forced. I went about my day, washing dishes, knitting a Christmas present, supervising kids after school, and then attending E’s and A’s school concert. Eventually, I realized that my inspiration for today was that my son is a very kind-hearted and generous boy. Continue reading “My son’s tender heart {Thankful Thursday}”

Sending positive thoughts

sending positive thoughts

There are many tragedies in life.  Death, disease, violence, natural disasters, accidents all cause us stress and worry.  In times like these, we often talk about praying for the victims, or sending positive thoughts and energy.  We do it to help those who are hurting, and we do it to feel like we are contributing in some way, even if we are too far away to be of service in person.  Some people say that such efforts are useless.  They do not believe that positive thoughts can help anyone.  Whether this is true or not, we still do it.  We do it for ourselves if for no one else.  It helps ease the pain of feeling helpless.  But I do believe that such things can be helpful to those in need, too. Continue reading “Sending positive thoughts”

Toxic relationships {Thankful Thursday}

I love this exercise of finding something each week to be deeply grateful for.  I try every day to be thankful for something, but to write an entire blog post every week about a blessing is a welcome challenge.  At first, I wanted to find crazy things for my focus, but then I shifted to just being grateful for the good things in my life.  Today, I want to be thankful for something that could be considered tragic.  I am grateful today for the lessons from my two dysfunctional marriages. Continue reading “Toxic relationships {Thankful Thursday}”

Humane chicken death

humane chicken death

Yesterday we slaughtered a rooster.  We had two roosters and 7 hens, and really only need one.  Our farmlet was Crownos’ third home, after he got too aggressive with other birds on his last farmlet.  For a few months he was just fine here, watching over his two hens and guarding their pen.  But as time went on, he became more aggressive to me and to the kids.  I became very wary of hanging my laundry out to dry because he would body slam my legs.  Little A would come running to me crying because he was chasing her, and he pecked R once pretty hard and drew blood.  Once we discovered that our pullet Beulah was a cockerel, we made the decision that Crownos would have to go in the stew pot. Continue reading “Humane chicken death”