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I was the mother of six young boys when I first noticed his legs.
Little Chance began to jump and hop for no reason ... like that all-too-
familiar potty dance. “My legs are itchy, Mama.” I had no idea that this rash would change our lives forever.
Over the last year or so, our family has been on a quest for a healthier lifestyle. We are eating less processed foods and eating more whole and healthy foods. We are taking time each day to move our bodies, whether it be a dance party in the kitchen after dinner, a fun game on the Wii, or kicking the soccer ball around at the park.
We want to honor God with our bodies, especially since we are commanded to love Him with all of our heart, all of our soul, all of our mind and all of our strength. (Deuteronomy 6:5, emphasis mine). However, despite our best efforts, something was missing. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, but there was a nagging in the pit of my stomach that we were missing a key element in our journey to better health.
Then one day as I was praying over and searching for the verse God wanted me to meditate on, I came across this little gem:
"Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body." Proverbs 16:24 ESV
Valentine’s Day sneaks up on me every year. Honestly, every holiday during the year does. I find myself scrambling to find simple yet memorable things to do with or for my children to make them feel loved and treasured WITHOUT breaking my bank.
Honestly, I should have entitled this post, "Valentine’s Day Tips for the Last Minute Mom".
God has given me a passion for helping women around the world. It’s an area I’ve felt blessed to work in at Samaritan's Purse. Through my work with the ministry, I’ve seen the struggles of women firsthand.
It’s humbling to know that many women deliver their babies on the dirt floors of their homes. Some who are a little more fortunate give birth at a community health facility that is no more than what you or I would call a picnic shelter.
But as a woman and now a mother, I’ve identified with these women on a level that I think we all can. No matter where she lives, a mother wants the same things for her family. We want to love our children, to keep them safe, and to make sure they’re taken care of.
I am guilty of being a producer. I am production-driven and believe that if what I'm doing doesn't serve a good purpose, it's not worth pursuing. However, most of the time it's focused on work such as cleaning the house, homeschooling, meal-making and even the books I read. Whatever I do must yield immediate results. I am driven by what is seen on the outside and struggle to cultivate my own heart to see beauty, creativity, and the art of slowing down.
I believe I am carrying a false notion that production equals value.
