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Stop Long Enough to Play

 

// The hero was just about to save the day. Villain thwarted and damsel saved. Just… a little… further… He could almost reach her. “Try harder, Ken. Try harder. You can’t let her fall.”

His one true love MUST be saved. Reeeeeach! The clock was ticking. Time was running out. It can’t end like this.

“Shauna, supper time!” and I would jump out of my skin, a violent reminder of reality.

“MOM! Don’t scare me like that!”

She would just shake her head and marvel at why I would be gasping for air and clutching my heart.   Read more

7 Ways to Bring God into your Kid Chaos

// “We know that we should be spending more time with God each day, but our biggest problem is finding time in the middle of the kids and busyness and noise.

“Do you have any advice that worked for you?”

Such a sincere question, spoken in a roomful of beautiful mommies who were gathered for a morning of companionship, encouragement, and community. Moms who are dedicated to staying connected with each other in this season of babies and toddlers.

You know that verse that says “the older women should teach the younger women”? Well, I’m not sure I like the label of ‘older woman,’ but I knew I was incredibly privileged to be invited into this intimate setting to share my experience and wisdom.

I thought for a moment. My mind started replaying those early years of having four kids under the age of 6.

I remembered the noise, the mess, the desperation for quiet…

 

“My friends, there are actually two needs here. There is a desperate need for quiet, and there is a desperate need for God. Both are equally important for mental and spiritual health, but they are not the same thing.    Read more

Awesome, Rachel. Awesome!

I could smell the chlorine before I’d even heard the splashing. Moisture ran down the tile walls in intricate patterns. The excitement in that small room was deafening.

Every parent understands the urgency for swimming lessons, especially when you live by the sea. We invest in the skill, practice with them regularly, and happily sit for hours in a steamy room, completely ruining our hair-do for the day.

This was that season for me. Even though Jeffreys Bay was a small town, we were still privileged to find a swimming teacher who passionately taught lessons in the 10x10m pool at the local Policlinic.

When I entered, Rachel was halfway across the pool and swimming fiercely. Front crawl. No, she wasn’t traveling fast but, man, were her arms moving.    Read more