“I’m writing a note to God,” my preschooler announces proudly. She thoughtfully scribbles her message on a 3×5 card, then opens the hinged lid of our ”Blessing Box” and adds her note to the jumbled mess of index cards. It looks disorderly, even confusing, but to me it’s a beautiful mess. Each of those mismatched… Continue reading The Blessing Box: Cultivating Gratefulness All Year Long
What happened to my joy? The question tugged at the corners of my soul as I trudged through each day. A dark cloud hovered over every waking moment. And sleep? That was a struggle, too. I had one bed-wetter and another child with night-terrors, so the sleep I did get was often fragmented and restless. How I… Continue reading When Depression Moves In
by Meredith Mills @DazzledByTheSon Sometimes you’ve got to give yourself a time out. For several months, I’ve been very intentional about writing regularly, trying to post here on a weekly basis. But last week, I chose not to write. At all. God told me not to. I had lots of work to do - A… Continue reading Good Gifts Gone Bad
“Please don’t let me mess up. Help me not to make a mistake.” I stood in front of our church congregation, filling in as a member of the worship team. I would be leading out on the next song. My stomach was in knots as I thought through all that could possibly go wrong, things… Continue reading Pondering Perfection
By Meredith Mills @DazzledByTheSon Why can’t I just say “no”? I was a slave, bound by my own desires and cravings. Food was my master and I regularly did its bidding. Hungry or not, it didn’t matter. Delicious food or mediocre, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t stop myself. I was powerless to change. And I… Continue reading Subduing Sin
Maaaaaaaama! Can you help me? Can you fix this? Find that? Look at this? Open that? Change this? Mama, I need you! If you’re a parent, you get it. You know what it’s like to repeatedly change your agenda because someone needs you. You know the reality of days spent helping. It’s what we parents do.… Continue reading Help!
I have a garden this year. I love saying that. It feels so…earthy. So…natural. So…not me. You see, I’m not really a gardener. I want to be. I try to be. But I get a bit lost when plants don’t just...grow. I put the seeds in the ground, so now they should do their thing.… Continue reading The Gardener
I "played hookie" on Sunday. Oh, I went to church. I dropped my family off and then sat in the parking lot during Sunday School. I just couldn't bring myself to go in. My heart was in turmoil. I was upset about how the morning was going. Actually, I was upset about how life is… Continue reading I Shouldn’t Feel This Way