Loving a Life of Biblical Womanhood
I used cloth diapers, but training pants and vinyl covers didn’t work well. They always leaked, especially if Jeb was in his car seat or seated in a stroller. So, I went from cloth diapers to disposable pull ups. I only used them when we went out and at night. Most of the rest of the time, I just let him be at home naked.
When things around me are out of order, I feel out of order and lacking in control. Everything starts to slip. I can’t relax, I don’t feel like I’m capable of accomplishing even minor tasks, and I have way less patience than normal.
It’s time for my annual blog hiatus. I am going to remove myself entirely from the blog – I won’t even be checking email. If there’s something you need, Gregg will be available during odd, random hours. Otherwise, I’ll be back here Monday, April 11th with a menu to kick start my week back home.
I am a Travel Smith catalog junkie. I never purchase anything from there – I just read all about the clothes and the shoes and the leather bags and (jokingly) wish I lived a life of a leisurely traveler – A frequent rider of the Orient Express, a regular shopper in the streets of Bombay, an expert at driving a 4-wheel drive through the Serengeti. Gregg and I often joke about being independently wealthy and traveling the world, homeschooling our children, doing research for our books.
Well, actually it officially sprang Sunday, but this was the first available date for this post.
I love every season as it approaches. I enjoy snow and winter, I enjoy heat and summer, I enjoy harvesting my garden and autumn…so WHY am I so excited about spring this year?
One thing I hear all the time is that people’s lifestyles are so crazy and there isn’t time to spend with God. The thought of just fifteen minutes of devoted prayer time and a five minute “Sound Byte” devotional is overwhelming to many, not to speak of hours of devoted prayer time and hours of devoted Bible study. Yet, the average American adult spends 3-4 hours a day watching television.
Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig! That is the Gaelic way of expressing the prayer that you have all the blessings of Saint Patrick’s Day and all of the “luck of the Irish” besides.
Last year, Gregg had a mother’s ring made for me. It has the birthstones of our three children, his birthstone, and mine. I love this ring. I wear it on my right middle finger.
I was talking to a retired homicide detective last week. He said that every dead child, every drug induced murder, every senseless death born of greed and anger and malice destroyed him inside. But, as a homicide detective, he couldn’t let those emotions out. Instead of going into some dead child’s bedroom and crying in a corner, he had to buck up and do his job. To compensate, he would go home and drink. His wife didn’t understand what he was struggling with, because he couldn’t open up the floodgate of emotions that would come as a result of acknowledging them, and in the end it nearly destroyed their marriage.
Pin ItOne of the things about being a homemaker – especially a homemaker with small children – ESPECIALLY a homemaker with small children and a husband 8,000 miles away (ahem) – is that there is never a break. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, we’re needed, wanted, touched, hung on to, cooking, cleaning, wiping noses, finding toys or shoes or softball gloves.
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