The Wonderings of My Heart

Raising a child is not for the faint of heart, it’s heartbreaking and the most precious blessing at the same time. We waited for what seemed like an eternity for our sweet, precious boy and ten years later I still shed tears every time I think about the Lord choosing me to be his mama. I am not the perfect mama by any means but I am the perfect mama for my sweet boy. I fail at times and don’t spend enough time with him and snap at him and fuss when he’s made a mess and the list goes on....BUT he always forgives me when I say I’m sorry. The “I’m sorry” is the important part. I don’t think any child expects perfection...it’s me that expects perfection. When Ben was a toddler I had all these expectations for myself because of the things I saw other moms post on social media. What I’ve realized is that we can make everything seem so perfect on social media and that’s not real life! Real life is your ten year old opening the silverware drawer behind you while you are putting things away i

One of my favorite memories as a teacher is of the second and third grade combination class I taught several years ago. One of the main topics in Bible was learning about the Israelites leaving Egypt and  making their way to the promised land. My precious students would get so upset and disappointed when we would read about their discontent and complaining that inevitably lead to disobedience. Many of those precious children just could not understand why those Israelites were so stubborn. “The Lord gave them manna from Heaven and I bet it tasted good, why would they complain about that? Well.....why do we complain about what the Lord has blessed us with? Right now my family is waiting, waiting on the Lord to open up doors for us. I catch myself complaining at times, asking the Lord when...when are you going to open the door you’ve promised. It’s been a very disappointing ride at times and I’m quick to want to complain because I want it NOW! This has made me think back to all those