Loving a Life of Biblical Womanhood
Ash Wednesday comes from the practice of placing ashes on the foreheads of the faithful as a sign of repentance. Traditionally, the ashes used are gathered after the Palm Crosses from the previous year’s Palm Sunday are burned and mixed with oil. In the Roman Catholic Church, Ash Wednesday is observed by fasting, abstinence from meat, and repentance. It is a day for contemplating one’s transgressions. Ash Wednesday is also the first day of Lent.
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I was at my parents’ house this weekend, along with my youngest brother and his family and my sister and her family. After church on Sunday, there was a rush to the kitchen to get children fed – all seven of my parents’ grandchildren, four of whom are under the age of four. PB&J’s, hot dogs, tortillas and melted cheese — we quickly had seven hungry children sitting at the table to eat. Then it was the adults’ turn. I dug around my mother’s fridge and came up with a container of pimento cheese.
Lisa Voveris won our annual Missions Giveaway last week. Her mission is “Feeding the Homeless for Jesus,” a ministry that she runs out of her ….
Like I said in my post on Tuesday, my dad was in town last weekend and helped me get twin beds in the boys’ room and a bigger bed put into Kaylee’s room.
Thirty-nine years ago today, I was born. It seems very strange. I don’t feel like I’ve lived long enough, have enough authority to be, or have enough experience to claim thirty-nine years. I remember when my parents were my age, and they seemed completely in control, larger than life, in charge, and in authority. Inside, I often feel none of those things, and I wonder if my parents felt the same way as they approached landmark years.
The list is as long as my arm, but on the top was putting beds together. I wanted to get Kaylee into a full bed (her feet have started hanging over the end of her twin bed), and move the boys from toddler beds into twin beds. My dad spent Saturday morning putting beds together, then we spent Saturday afternoon trying desperately to figure out how to get them to fit in the bedroom.
My friend Amy handed me a cut-out from Redbook magazine Sunday. A blogger was asked to come up with 10 things never to say to a stay-at-home-mom. I’m going to re-title this, because I loathe the term “stay-at-home-mom” – but everything else gets credited to Candy Kirby of thelaughingstork.com:
Saturday, the weather was moderate (50 degrees F) so when we took Kaylee to the park where she’ll have her home softball games so that she could work with her team to clean the ball field, the boys and I stayed and played.
There was this tree right by the field that had balls hanging off of it – it looked like Christmas ornaments. This is the same kind of tree – but the picture was taken in a different location.
I have a Google thing that patrols the internet looking for the name of my blog or the link to my blog. I get a ….
Every year on my birthday my husband sends my mother Godiva chocolate.
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