In my last post, I talked about not letting your dreams die. Now, old dreams might change and have to be reinvented into new ones; but, the passion that fuels those dreams–both old and new–remains intact, and THAT is what we do not let go of. We simply redirect it into another conduit. Let me tell you about one of my dreams that has had to change, but which I refuse to give up on. Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but I’ve read over and over how important it is for a Christian woman to give her husband all the sex he needs so he won’t feel deprived and become interested in other women. We’re told to understand his natural need for intimacy, and to minister to his bodily needs just as we minister to his other needs. I agree with that, but I think it’s hugely one sided. Continue reading
How often do we stop to consider where our choices will logically lead us? We may not experience the fruit of those choices at the outset, but after time has given things a chance to mature, what sort of developments should we expect? Continue reading
Sweat poured down my back as I stood in front of the Planned Parenthood clinic holding a sign that said, “Children are a gift!” with a picture of a fetus coming out of a box in pretty wrapping. Continue reading
In Nancy Campbell’s article “Breastfeeding God’s Way,” she describes how nursing is what the Bible refers to as “the natural use” of the woman’s body. She also asserts that when we abandon the “womanly functions” of pregnancy, childbirth, and nursing, we unwittingly invite other perversions into our society, such as homosexuality. I think she is correct. Continue reading
Lactation Amenorrhea is the “Physiologic suppression of menses while nursing” (Stedman’s Medical Dictionary for the Health Professions and Nursing). Even though we’ve heard that it isn’t a dependable form of family planning, it does work as a God-given, God-designed, completely natural way of spacing children. Continue reading
Picture this: dried cement covers this woman’s eyes, which burn to a degree unimaginable. Her chest feels like a dump truck full of bricks just unloaded its cargo on top off her. She aches all over…so much so, that she wonders how much longer she could possibly endure it. Her own mother screams when she sees her. Continue reading
Would you say that giving birth to babies is equivalent to preparing God’s next generation of spiritual warriors? Rachel Scott thinks that it is, and expounds upon this idea in her book, Birthing God’s Mighty Warriors. Continue reading
Am I anti-birth control? Yes! How did I get this way? Did I grow up being taught from an early age that birth control is a sin? No. Do I go to a church that holds to this idea? No. Are all my friends against birth control, too? No. In my sphere of face-to-face acquaintances, I’m the only one who is “weird” enough to think this way; though I am familiar with several families who have the same mindset, through the internet. How I came to be anti-birth control will be addressed in future articles. Today’s focus is, how have contraceptives had an impact on society? Continue reading
Does the Bible talk about birth control? Absolutely! Later on, in another post, we’ll look at Genesis chapter 38, where birth control is specifically condemned. Do you think that God would leave us in the dark regarding such an important part of our lives? I’m so thankful that He hasn’t! For now, let’s take a brief look at some verses that tell us God’s viewpoint on having children. Because, if you’re a Christian, it’s God’s viewpoint that matters most, right? Continue reading
Yes, NFP (Natural Family Planning) has the word natural in it; but how natural is it really? It doesn’t include the use of anything foreign to the body, but does it involve practices that could be considered un-natural nonetheless? Is it biblical? Is it right? Continue reading
[The following is from the book Let Us Highly Resolve; Families Living for Christ in the 21st Century, by David and Shirley Quine, pages 19-22] Continue reading
Mothers represent strength. The strength of a family, the strength of society, the strength of a nation. How so? Because without mothers, there would be no people. People make families, societies, and nations.
If we had terminated our fertility after our third was born (as we had planned to do), our fourth, fifth, and sixth children would have never come into existence. Continue reading
Feminists are not feminine. They don’t like being who they were made to be, and instead, try to be something different. So, why are they called “feminists”? A better term might be “masculinists.”
If men are not better than women, why are feminists trying so hard to be like them? Continue reading
My Dear Diary article was a sincere outpouring of my frustrated heart. I have moments like those every so often, when I feel stressed out, tense, and depressed. Times when I think to myself, How do I get my children to actually WANT to keep the house clean and tidy–how do I get them to care enough, on their OWN, to pick things up around here without my having to remind them, or supervise them constantly? When will they start to APPRECIATE how nice it is to have an orderly atmosphere? When will this goal become theirs too, and not just mine? Continue reading
Blogging is kind of like writing in a diary–except it’s public and anybody can read it. And though normally, we don’t like people peeking at our secret journal entries, we actually hope that our blogging posts will get lots of attention. Isn’t that ironic? I think it’s because we want to be noticed, to be validated, and to feel important. And although revealing our weaknesses and struggles to those around us can sometimes backfire when they don’t respond how we think they should, blogging can be a “safer” way for us to share what’s on the inside. Continue reading
I’m so happy to be writing another article for this blog–finally! Itching to sit down and type something “profound” about my life that I can share with others (ha, ha), I’ve had to patiently wait until a rare quiet and free moment presented itself. A new baby in the house has really changed things, for the sixth time!
Amazingly, even though I’ve been through having to care for a newborn five times before, I still find myself stressing out about things: Continue reading
” A woman, when she is in labor, has sorrow because her hour has come; but as soon as she has given birth to the child, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world.”
Just before the final stormy waves of contractions would deliver my baby to “shore,” the sky lightened, as night was transformed into day–a perfect picture reflecting my experience of childbirth. Continue reading
“In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I [Jesus] have overcome the world.” John 16:33b
Just last night, we watched the movie Coat of Many Colors, depicting the childhood of Dolly Parton. Now, I am not a Dolly Parton fan, but I was moved and inspired by this film. The only thing I found disagreeable was the way little Dolly talked back to her parents, sometimes. (Another thing to be cautious about if you watch this with your family is a short scene near the end that includes brief kissing by the parents while in bed, with the wife in her nightgown, and the husband shirtless. I didn’t think it offensive, though.) However, on the whole, the message of the movie seemed to me to be right on. Continue reading
However, the purpose of this post is not to complain about those two people, but rather, to ruminate on the more general principle I believe is in play here: that of feminism (I don’t really know those people’s true reasons for why they responded the way they did, but I’m taking a guess that it may have something to do with a feminist-influenced attitude). Continue reading
These are our children, and yes, I DO know what caused them to be conceived!
Sometimes, when I tell people how many children we have (5), and they realize we are expecting another (#6), those words pop out of their mouth: “Do you know what causes that?” Now, doesn’t that seem a little rude? I never know how to respond, but the last time my husband was asked that question, he came back with, “Yes, I do, and I like it!” Well, I would never be brave enough to answer in that way! But he, apparently, has no sense of shame–ha, ha. Continue reading
The title of this post, in modern English, would read, “Has the LORD’s arm been shortened?” However, I like the quaintness of the King James version’s, “waxed short.”
What does that mean? Continue reading
In Rachel Scott’s post, Making Babies Together–Unlocking the Mystery of Christian Divorce Part 3, she describes how birth control creates emotional barriers between a married man and woman, which can prove detrimental to their overall relationship. Here’s a quote from her her post: Continue reading
How patient you’ve been with me! It’s been about a month since I wrote my last article, and maybe you’ve been wondering what happened to me. Well, in addition to having moved into a new home, we will be welcoming a new baby! (still in the womb at this point) For the past month, I have been in the “pregnancy fog.” “What is that?” you might ask (though if you’ve been pregnant before, you probably know exactly what I mean). Continue reading
Has anybody ever asked you, “So, what do you do?” Have you responded like me, with, “I stay at home with the kids.” And then, has that person given you the blank, uncomfortable, awkward look? Continue reading
Is our identity in our work? Does our career define who we are? How many kindergarteners are hearing from their teachers, “What do you want to BE when you grow up? A policeman? A doctor? A veterinarian?” etc. Are our children being indoctrinated from an early age that their success and identity as a human being is wrapped up in a career? And how might this thinking have affected all the little girls? By the time they’re all grown up, how readily will they accept the God-given role of wife, mother, and homemaker? Continue reading
As I softly cradle my nursing baby, a deep feeling of contentment saturates my being. Her silky, fine hair; her fresh, milky skin; her tiny, exploring fingers… These are the nectar of life! I realize that this, in great part, is what God made me for: to nourish growing babies in my womb, to fearlessly birth them, to nurture them with warm milk and tender hands, and to cherish and delight in them as I raise them into adults who will serve Him, also. Continue reading
Over and over again, I’m frustrated by the same experience: hot coffee gone cold. Blah.
I make a fresh pot of (yes) cheap, Yuban coffee. I think it tastes pretty good, even if it isn’t stylish. Or, I’ll heat up a kettle of water and make myself an instant chai tea or cappucino. Delicious.
My plan is to slowly savor the rich flavor of my coffee, sipping on it while I do something relaxing. Wouldn’t that be nice?
My drink gets cold before I ever get to the bottom of it.
Why? Because I have sudden baby diaper emergencies to deal with, or bloody noses which need to be wiped, or fist fights that have to be broken up. Did I mention toilets that won’t flush, mud tracked onto the carpet, and candy sticking to little hands?
Phew! I guess that steaming cup of delight will have to wait until later.
Though it can be annoying, I won’t let cold coffee destroy my day. Nope. There’s an important lesson here, which I am learning ever … so … sloooooowly: the important things in life can’t wait until later. It isn’t really possible to resist those pleading eyes and uplifted hands, anyway. Attending to my children’s needs, even things as mundane as potty training, shows my love for them in action. Coffee? It can wait.
My children have complained to me on occasion:
“Mom, you always say No whenever we ask you if we can do something. Everything’s No, No No!”
This is said with a tone of frustration.
My first response is to remind them, Continue reading
When my oldest children were younger, I used to think, “All I have to do is wait until they’re past this little kid stage, and then I’ll be able to really live my life, without all these annoying distractions (diaper changing, nursing, messy feeding, toys scattered all over the house, crying, temper tantrums, waking up in the middle of the night, wetting the bed, staining clothes, making noise, running around, banging things, not knowing how to do anything useful … ).” Since then, my outlook has changed. Continue reading