When Timothy was born, there was a brief hush over the delivery room — enough time for me to realize there must be a problem. Fearing the worst, I asked my husband if the baby had died. No, he said, he’s going to be fine. As Timothy was born, the doctor could see that the cord was wrapped around his next and as he loosened it, it was obvious that there was also a complete knot in his umbilical cord the hush was their surprise that he was just quiet and still — completely fine. The team of attendants appeared…
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Maybe you do this from time to time: see a photo of yourself and wonder how could that have been you? Or read something you’ve written and say: I recognize the writing… but how could I have forgotten that!?! Recently, while putting away fresh laundry, I stopped and looked up at photographs I see — but don’t really see — every day. And so there I stood a long time — gazing at the framed photographs that hang on the wall above my husband’s dresser. I was sort of transported back in time and was so longing for those days. …
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In a moment, in a twinkling of an eye… it hardly seems possible that seventeen years have passed by since our seventh child was born. How marvelous the Lord has been to bless us with this son. How sweet the Lord is. I am taking the time to write about this tonight bcz over the years I’ve talked to many, many women who’re ambivalent to yield their childbearing to the will and determination of the Lord. I’ve noticed there’s sort of a point of questioning family size at odd times. I’ll give you some examples. Most Christian families would say…
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The goodbye’s of motherhood. I’ll tell you, I never thought about this end of the deal as the children were coming along and our family increased in size every other year. I didn’t even think about it when the children would go on occasional outings or when they headed off to camp every once in a great while. It just didn’t occur to me. I don’t know why — but it didn’t. O, sure, I did nod my head in total ignorance agreement when women would give me knowing smiles and advice that these days would go so fast. I…
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There have been times when I imagined that one day I’d be sitting in a circle waiting for my turn to introduce myself and then when the person beside me finished their introduction and small talk, they’d glance at me, signaling my turn, and then I’d say: I don’t know why I’m here or how I got to this point, but here I am. So, hello, I’m pamela and I’m an internet junkie. I used to say (and laugh about it) that one day there’s going to be a branch of medicine dedicated to the emotional problems, effects and disorders…
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One of our greatest treasures and lasting blessings is our meal table. It’s a real challenge to maintain mealtimes when the family begins to grow and scatter in different directions each day. But we endeavor to have at least one meal, if not all of them, together each day. It’s difficult to persevere with this one sometimes — especially when it’s easier to just “grab ‘n go” when schedules are hectic or when schedules are so different for older family members. Still, I desire to hold fast to this treasure — this family tradition — this mainstay: the family meal…
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It is the third Saturday of October — Sweetest Day. For many people, for many reasons, today is [the] Sweetest Day. I’m thinking that, after reading an article about an abortionist who was gripped with the reality of what abortion really is, maybe some will make a decision, on this Sweetest Day, to decide/admit/repent once and for all that abortion is murder of a precious little baby — and to, from henceforth, recognize and proclaim the truth of abortion and admit the heinous atrocity of destroying human life and the lucrative abortion industry and its insidious, pernicious lies. My husband…
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Mothers of boys… you understand why this is cute and funny. You’ve heard these sorts of stories in your kitchen.
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our daughters… and me I’m in awe…with more than I could ever have asked or imagined. my mother, mother-in-love and me
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Happy Mother’s Day Thank you, Mama, for the gift of my life, for the years of sacrifice and love you have given on my behalf. Thank you for you. I celebrate *you* today, Mother… I thank the Lord for the blessing you are and have been to me. I pray He will bless you with faith, with love, with peace, with health, with hope and with joy today. Thank you for the blessing you are to me, to my husband and our children. with love, pamela