When we lived in our single-wide trailer, it was out in Amish country about 20 miles from the next city. The piece of land my father bought from my grandfather was nestled between Amish farms belonging to my Grandparents and one of my father’s uncles. I lived there since the day I came home from the hospital until I was nearly four. Being in the country, and being too young to attend school it wasn’t like I had any friends, per se, other than the other toddlers I played with in the nursery at church.
As a three-year old, the concept of “friends” was a foreign one to me. I remember when my older sister, Naomi, started going to her Primary “Sunbeam” class at church. All of a sudden she started talking about this “friend” and that “friend”. This sounded like fun and I didn’t really know what friends did! I just knew I wanted some. That Fall, they were even planning a Primary Halloween party, and she would get to dress up with her new friends too!
I remember one afternoon crying on the sofa in the living room. I don’t even know what started the emotions, although, as an overly emotional child, I will admit it didn’t really ever take much to get me going. Well, soon enough, along came my mother, and she asked me why I was crying. I told her that I was sad because I did not have any friends. Then my mom said that she had a secret to tell me.
Well, I don’t know if I really understood what a secret was back then, however it sounded intriguing. I remember I stopped crying enough to give her my attention. My mother told me that she knew someone who would always be my friend. I was shocked. I quickly begged her to know the name of this person who would always be my friend. Then she said, “Jesus is your friend, and He will always be your friend, no matter what you are doing or where you are.”
Well now, I don’t know about you, but I liked the sound of that. It didn’t matter to me that I couldn’t see Jesus. I had an imagination, after all. I just needed to know that He was there and that He was my friend. Some people have imaginary friends. Not me. I was lucky. I was special. I had Jesus.
Jesus came to some of my tea parties. Jesus helped me play with my dollies. Jesus even talked to me while playing outside on the swing set. I remember once, while swinging, I was singing a song I had learned in church. Of course, Jesus had wanted me to sing louder. And of course I obliged. Soon, Great Aunt Wilma came over to the fence from hanging her wash. She complimented my singing. Then she made some comment about me and my “special friend”. I remember being shocked that she knew about Jesus playing with me!
“You can see JESUS?” I gasped.
Aunt Wilma whooped and hollered before replying, “I heard you two talking just a bit ago.”
I remember feeling a little embarrassed that she had just discovered I had been make-believe playing with Jesus. I liked Aunt Wilma; a lot. She had this smile that could warm a room, not to mention the fact that we had quite a few chats over that fence post, mostly resulting in her bringing me a cookie a time or two as well. Years later I had always wondered what she thought about the odd child who played and sang to Jesus on the swing set. I guess I sort of missed the point a little when my mother told me I had a friend in Jesus.
Nevertheless, I am grateful that at a young age this knowledge brought me as much comfort as it did. As much as I learned to love and respect my Savior, knowing that He is also my friend has helped me be able to feel that much closer to Him.
I am grateful my mother taught me that I have a friend in Jesus.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Countdown to Mother's Day with Discipline
Today is more Slacker Mom stuff... If you didn't see {yesterday's} post, check it out and get caught up.
Here is what Author Muffy Mead-Ferro has to say about discipline in her book, "Confessions of a Slacker Mom."
On Natural Consequences:
"As a slacker mom, I am very fond of "natural consequences" when it comes to punishments. If Joe decides to eat a family pack of Cheetos, I think vomiting is a fit penalty. My jumping up and getting mad, and doling out my own form of punishment would simply be redundant. So, I can just stay right where I am with my lovely cup of tea... aaah.
"My mother certainly didn't overwork herself in that regard. Right before my 5th grade pictures were taken, I decided to give myself a makeover and trimmed up the bangs and sides of my curly hair with my dad's shaving razor... I resembled a poodle. Do you think my mom got mad at me? No. She just sat there and looked at me for a moment, then turned back to her book in an effort not to laugh loudly. Not only did she not scold me, but she didn't run me over to the beauty salon in town to see if anything could be salvaged, the slacker. But I didn't need a lecture from her to wish...I hadn't done that two days before they took my class photo." (100-101)
I don't know that I'd rush right off to the salon either... but I would definitely see if there was a "retake" date! hahaha!
Muffy doesn't say that she never gets mad or that you should only rely on natural consequences (like if a child runs into traffic). She believes that sometimes getting mad IS effective! Check this out!!!
On Empty Threats and Getting Mad:
"Two hours into [the car ride] they start provoking each other with an efficiency that can only be achieved by blood relations. Grabbing the bag of pretzels, then wagging it out of reach. Then kicking, hitting, and hair pulling. Followed by screeching and screaming. ...nothing I had to say slowed the escalation of the conflict. Finally, I'd had it... I pulled the car off the road, which was a big surprise to them, and came to an abrupt stop. They were already silenced by the troubling turn of events. But they were even more alarmed when I turned and spanked both of them sharply on their thighs (I couldn't reach their behinds), and yelled that if they didn't stop fighting in the car, we would turn right around and go home!
"My kids were smart enough to know that I wouldn't make good on that threat. We were 120 miles up the road. I am aware that the parenting books number one no-no is making threats that you can't or won't follow through on. But the empty threat didn't diminish my words or actions one iota. The point was, I was spitting mad. I was mad enough to pull off the road and stop the car. Mad enough to haul off and whack them, and then yell at them with a wide-eyed look on my face. They didn't like that at all...and behaved like model citizens for the next 100 miles. ...Belle and Joe understood when I pulled the car off the road that one of the consequences of bad behavior is that it tends to make other people irate. (103-104)
Sorry - but I had to laugh at that last one. I think many of us who grew up with siblings and took road trips often can probably identify with the whole, "Do you want me to pull this car over?" or the "If you don't knock it off, I'm gonna turn this car around!"
It also made me Laugh Out Loud to read that, partly because I know there has been a time or two (or three) in which I have lost my temper and had the "wide-eyed" crazed look on my face. It is a great stress-reliever to know I wasn't alone.
Also - I know I have posted about this before, but in addition to "natural consequences" when "available", I also believe in "immediate" consequences for the most part. I don't do groundings, because, that means MORE responsibility for ME to remember who is grounded from what and for how long, and I am just too lazy for all of that, because, let's face it -- I'm a Slacker Mom! hahaha!
I did have a "corner-stander" child. It was the only thing that saved my sanity {and his life}, although, one time I forgot he was still there by the time it was bed time. I have another child who is a "you have every right to your feelings and anger and emotions; just go have them in your room" type of child. But as they get older, I find I am more the "I am disappointed in you..." speech-giver and the "now you get to do an extra chore" hander-outer. But, again, it has to be immediate, cuz I do NOT want to have to write it down or, for gosh sake's, remember it! Hahahaha!
What sort of Slacker Mom are YOU when it comes to discipline?
Works Cited:
Mead-Ferro, Muffy. Confessions of a Slacker Mom. Cambridge, MA: Da Capo Lifelong Books, 2004. Print.
Here is what Author Muffy Mead-Ferro has to say about discipline in her book, "Confessions of a Slacker Mom."
On Natural Consequences:
"As a slacker mom, I am very fond of "natural consequences" when it comes to punishments. If Joe decides to eat a family pack of Cheetos, I think vomiting is a fit penalty. My jumping up and getting mad, and doling out my own form of punishment would simply be redundant. So, I can just stay right where I am with my lovely cup of tea... aaah.
"My mother certainly didn't overwork herself in that regard. Right before my 5th grade pictures were taken, I decided to give myself a makeover and trimmed up the bangs and sides of my curly hair with my dad's shaving razor... I resembled a poodle. Do you think my mom got mad at me? No. She just sat there and looked at me for a moment, then turned back to her book in an effort not to laugh loudly. Not only did she not scold me, but she didn't run me over to the beauty salon in town to see if anything could be salvaged, the slacker. But I didn't need a lecture from her to wish...I hadn't done that two days before they took my class photo." (100-101)
I don't know that I'd rush right off to the salon either... but I would definitely see if there was a "retake" date! hahaha!
Muffy doesn't say that she never gets mad or that you should only rely on natural consequences (like if a child runs into traffic). She believes that sometimes getting mad IS effective! Check this out!!!
On Empty Threats and Getting Mad:
"Two hours into [the car ride] they start provoking each other with an efficiency that can only be achieved by blood relations. Grabbing the bag of pretzels, then wagging it out of reach. Then kicking, hitting, and hair pulling. Followed by screeching and screaming. ...nothing I had to say slowed the escalation of the conflict. Finally, I'd had it... I pulled the car off the road, which was a big surprise to them, and came to an abrupt stop. They were already silenced by the troubling turn of events. But they were even more alarmed when I turned and spanked both of them sharply on their thighs (I couldn't reach their behinds), and yelled that if they didn't stop fighting in the car, we would turn right around and go home!
"My kids were smart enough to know that I wouldn't make good on that threat. We were 120 miles up the road. I am aware that the parenting books number one no-no is making threats that you can't or won't follow through on. But the empty threat didn't diminish my words or actions one iota. The point was, I was spitting mad. I was mad enough to pull off the road and stop the car. Mad enough to haul off and whack them, and then yell at them with a wide-eyed look on my face. They didn't like that at all...and behaved like model citizens for the next 100 miles. ...Belle and Joe understood when I pulled the car off the road that one of the consequences of bad behavior is that it tends to make other people irate. (103-104)
Sorry - but I had to laugh at that last one. I think many of us who grew up with siblings and took road trips often can probably identify with the whole, "Do you want me to pull this car over?" or the "If you don't knock it off, I'm gonna turn this car around!"
It also made me Laugh Out Loud to read that, partly because I know there has been a time or two (or three) in which I have lost my temper and had the "wide-eyed" crazed look on my face. It is a great stress-reliever to know I wasn't alone.
Also - I know I have posted about this before, but in addition to "natural consequences" when "available", I also believe in "immediate" consequences for the most part. I don't do groundings, because, that means MORE responsibility for ME to remember who is grounded from what and for how long, and I am just too lazy for all of that, because, let's face it -- I'm a Slacker Mom! hahaha!
I did have a "corner-stander" child. It was the only thing that saved my sanity {and his life}, although, one time I forgot he was still there by the time it was bed time. I have another child who is a "you have every right to your feelings and anger and emotions; just go have them in your room" type of child. But as they get older, I find I am more the "I am disappointed in you..." speech-giver and the "now you get to do an extra chore" hander-outer. But, again, it has to be immediate, cuz I do NOT want to have to write it down or, for gosh sake's, remember it! Hahahaha!
What sort of Slacker Mom are YOU when it comes to discipline?
Works Cited:
Mead-Ferro, Muffy. Confessions of a Slacker Mom. Cambridge, MA: Da Capo Lifelong Books, 2004. Print.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Countdown to Mother's Day with Slacker Moms
Recently, I took my kids out for burgers, fries, and conversation. I had some things I wanted to talk about. Sometimes, family night is great for this. Sometimes, having a formal meeting at home is perfect... and sometimes, well, you just need a change of scenery. Plus, there might be less chance for bickering with their mouths full and in a public setting. It had been a long week of finals, and I needed all the "back-up" I could get at that point. Anyway... here is the gist of what I told them.
I am a Slacker Mom. I admit it. I am not Perfectly-Perfect like some of those other moms. I am sure that there are many perfectly-perfect moms that get up like an hour before her children to cook them a hot breakfast AND shower AND throw a load in the wash AND pack them each a healthy and nutritious lunch all before sending her children off to school. Not me. Why? Because I am a slacker mom. I am sure there are some perfectly-perfect moms that clean up their kids' rooms for them while they are at school, AND wash all of their kids' clothes, not to mention iron them and put them away neatly. Not me. Why? I am a slacker mom, that's why. I'm sure there are perfectly-perfect moms that cook a full-course-from-scratch dinner every night, making sure to hit all the 4 food groups. Not me... cuz I'm a slacker mom. And I am sure there are perfectly-perfect moms that give their kids allowance *if* they do pitch in and help. Not me. Cuz, once again, I am a slacker mom.
Then I said to them, "Why am I a slacker mom?"...[dramatic pause, while they looked a wee bit frightened of my just-gone-off-the-deep-end antics]... "Because I LOVE YOU!" I proclaimed. "I want you to grow up learning how to be responsible for your own belongings, how to at least prepare basic foods, like grilled cheese, toast, eggs, etc. I want you to appreciate earning your own money, and learning to earn your own privileges. I am a Slacker Mom for YOU!"
I couldn't tell if they were impressed or concerned or uninterested. I then went on with some key points of some talks I had heard recently, and explained to them what my expectations of them were. And then the onion rings came.
This whole being a "Slacker Mom" has sort of been a refreshing thing for me lately. With school, work, raising 3 kids, household duties and making a half-attempt at a social life, I can sometimes get discouraged about all the things I am NOT, and about all of the things I do NOT do and do NOT have. Then, I came across this book in the library:
I am a Slacker Mom. I admit it. I am not Perfectly-Perfect like some of those other moms. I am sure that there are many perfectly-perfect moms that get up like an hour before her children to cook them a hot breakfast AND shower AND throw a load in the wash AND pack them each a healthy and nutritious lunch all before sending her children off to school. Not me. Why? Because I am a slacker mom. I am sure there are some perfectly-perfect moms that clean up their kids' rooms for them while they are at school, AND wash all of their kids' clothes, not to mention iron them and put them away neatly. Not me. Why? I am a slacker mom, that's why. I'm sure there are perfectly-perfect moms that cook a full-course-from-scratch dinner every night, making sure to hit all the 4 food groups. Not me... cuz I'm a slacker mom. And I am sure there are perfectly-perfect moms that give their kids allowance *if* they do pitch in and help. Not me. Cuz, once again, I am a slacker mom.
Then I said to them, "Why am I a slacker mom?"...[dramatic pause, while they looked a wee bit frightened of my just-gone-off-the-deep-end antics]... "Because I LOVE YOU!" I proclaimed. "I want you to grow up learning how to be responsible for your own belongings, how to at least prepare basic foods, like grilled cheese, toast, eggs, etc. I want you to appreciate earning your own money, and learning to earn your own privileges. I am a Slacker Mom for YOU!"
I couldn't tell if they were impressed or concerned or uninterested. I then went on with some key points of some talks I had heard recently, and explained to them what my expectations of them were. And then the onion rings came.
This whole being a "Slacker Mom" has sort of been a refreshing thing for me lately. With school, work, raising 3 kids, household duties and making a half-attempt at a social life, I can sometimes get discouraged about all the things I am NOT, and about all of the things I do NOT do and do NOT have. Then, I came across this book in the library:
Okay - Can I just say that I HIGHLY recommend this book? The Author, Muffy Mead-Ferro has taken on the world of perfectly-perfect moms and poked holes in many of their practices and theories, plus she's way cool. The book took me just under 2 hours to read, cuz it's only like 137 pages, cuz she's like too much of a slacker to write anything bigger! hahaha!
I loved the book so much, and wanted to share just a few tidbits with you today, if you'll indulge me for a few minutes more... Who knows? You just may find out that YOU'RE a Slacker Mom Too!
First of all Muffy states that she knows not all of us moms out here will agree with her parenting theologies or ideals. And to that she says, "GOOD!" She doesn't want people to follow her parenting style to a tee. That would go against everything she stands for. It is her hope that parents, moms especially will stop following the "herd" when it comes to all of the "perfect parenting" techniques out there and get back to what feels "right", your Mother's intuition, and back to simplicity. This is what I love about her.
On germs:
"We are designed not only to be exposed to germs, but to actually contract illnesses from them. It's one of the most important ways we manufacture antibodies so we can fight off more serious diseases later on. I'm not trying to sound like an authority myself, I'm actually quoting our pediatrician. That's one reason I've never gone overboard in keeping our house free of dirt. Not lazy, then. Just trying to follow our pediatrician's advice and expose Belle and Joe to their allotment of germs." (54-55)
On indulging your kids with "everything":
"If you do have the money, it's tempting to want to provide your kids with lots of their own space and lots of their own stuff...A place where they each have their own room, of course. They each have their own bathroom. They'll each need their own TV in their own room, too, so they don't have to watch anybody else's show. Keep up, now. They must have their own computer. Otherwise they can't do their homework because sharing makes it horribly inconvenient. And, if they're going to have any kind of social life, they've each got to have their own car, so they can come and go without the bother of coordinating schedules with anyone else. They can't talk to their friends, not really, if they don't each have their own phone and their own number to go along with it. And speaking of privacy, they'll each need their own credit card so they don't have to ask me to buy something for them and then have me wreck their plans by saying. 'No.'" (90-91)
On Meal Time:
"Have you ever found yourself making one thing for the adults for dinner, one thing for one kid, and another thing for another kid? Did that make you feel like you were the bestest mom in the world, or like me, did you stop and wonder if you accidentally handed out menus at the beginning of the meal?... That's not the outlook I want my kids to have, where everything is customized for them and things have to be done their way...I've finally ridded my cupboards of all those one-person items, and we've managed to create a more communal, family-oriented existence. One where my kids eat what's prepared for the family, or don't eat." (92)
Personal Note: I actually used to do this. The spouse had to have a certain staple at every meal, which I was not a fan of, and my oldest son was "picky". So, I made a meal for spouse, one for son, and then one for me. Finally, I realized that *I* was the one enabling the picky eater. So, I stopped. From then on, it was one meal. And soon, my oldest learned to eat other things, and he didn't go hungry (at least not too much - hehe) and he didn't starve and he wasn't malnourished and he lived.
So that was a little glimpse of THE Slacker Mom! Whaddya think? Are you a slacker mom too?
Stay tuned -- tomorrow we'll be discussing how to Discipline like a Slacker Mom. Totally cool!
Works Cited:
Mead-Ferro, Muffy. Confessions of a Slacker Mom. Cambridge, MA: Da Capo Lifelong Books, 2004. Print.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
My Mother Taught Me About Prayer
If you hadn't noticed, I am sort of doing a "countdown to Mother's Day". Well, I don't know that it's an "official" countdown, as I actually haven't included any counting, per se. However, I am dedicating each post from May 1, 2010 through May 9, 2010 to all things "Mother". I promise it won't ALL be through rose-colored glasses or mushy or as sentimental as today... so stay tuned! :)
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As far back as I can remember, my mother taught me to pray. We prayed before meals and we prayed often as a family. We prayed in church and we prayed for special circumstances, like if someone was ill.
I remember once, I was calling out for my mom; looking everywhere around the house for her. It was the middle of the day. I barged into her room to find her on her knees, praying, right there in the middle of the day. I felt almost ashamed, as if I had intruded on her personal spiritual time. I quietly backed out of the room and went about whatever it was I was doing. I was about 8 years old at the time.
As a child, I thought it was odd that my mother would be praying in the middle of the day. After all, it wasn't meal time and it wasn't bed time, and we certainly weren't at church. I kept wondering why she would be praying when it wasn't "time to pray". It was then I began to realize that I could pray at any time.
My mother shared many of her own stories of prayer and personal revelation with us so that we could learn as well. As little children, we all knew about the time before she was married and was driving late at night and fell asleep at the wheel and crashed into a tree and broke her nose, and how a stranger pulled over to assist her and took her to the hospital.
I learned many things about prayer from my mother. I learned that I could receive inspiration for myself, and for my family. I learned that God does hear and answer prayers, though not always the way I would prefer, and perhaps not as quickly as I would sometimes like. Prayer is the means by which we receive personal revelation; guidance for our lives.
About a year ago, I was struggling with something, which probably, most likely, seemed trivial to my friends, but which was important to me. The thought came to me that I needed to pray about it. So I did. I prayed about it, pondered it, studied it out even. I remember one night, when I went up to a session at the temple, I had been praying about this issue again. And all of a sudden the answer seemed so clear to me, and I can't really explain it other than to say the thought was so strong and clear in my mind and emotion filled my heart so full, it felt like I was going to explode. I knew that I had received an answer to my prayer. I knew the path the Lord would have me go - although, it was not in accordance with the advice of my friends, I might add. I felt satisfied. I started to formulate a plan of action around this answer, and started to live my life in preparation of things to come, based on this "answer".
Well, a year has passed, and this "answer" to my prayer has not fully come to pass yet. Recently, I had felt down about it. Like, did I misinterpret? Did I only hear what I wanted to hear? Did I misread the signs? Have I just wasted an entire year journeying down a path that doesn't have an end in sight for me?
My soul felt spiritually malnourished, my head felt dizzy, my common sense shattered, and my heart heavy. Once again, this past week as I was up at a Temple session, I brought this matter to the Lord. However this time, as I was praying, here was the distinct impression I received. "You've already prayed about this before and you've already received your answer. You do not need to keep praying about this." Whoa... right? I know. Consider myself rebuked by the Lord. Guess what I am saying is I don't recommend questioning His decisions, hehe.
Since that day, I have heard a few talks at a few conferences, in which a few snippets have solidified for me the answer I received and knew in my heart to be true all along. It also let me know that the Lord is very aware of my heart. Such tender mercies.
I left feeling a little better, knowing that I hadn't missed the signs a year ago. I was reminded that the Lord works on HIS time, not mine, and that HE knows what's best for me. And that if I'm going to bother asking for HIS answer, then I need to honor that answer and live in accordance to it.
Sure, I learned a lot about prayer from my Sunday School teachers and from the talks at church, and from the scriptures. But it was the daily application and the daily example set forth by my mother that I learned the true meaning and power of prayer. For this I am grateful.
I am grateful to know how to pray. I am grateful to know that I can offer up a prayer at any time, day or night, and even in the car. I am grateful to know that the Lord does hear and answer prayers, and that I can turn it over to Him. I am grateful for a Mother who not only believed but who lived, and still lives a prayerful life. I am grateful that my mother taught me about prayer.
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As far back as I can remember, my mother taught me to pray. We prayed before meals and we prayed often as a family. We prayed in church and we prayed for special circumstances, like if someone was ill.
I remember once, I was calling out for my mom; looking everywhere around the house for her. It was the middle of the day. I barged into her room to find her on her knees, praying, right there in the middle of the day. I felt almost ashamed, as if I had intruded on her personal spiritual time. I quietly backed out of the room and went about whatever it was I was doing. I was about 8 years old at the time.
As a child, I thought it was odd that my mother would be praying in the middle of the day. After all, it wasn't meal time and it wasn't bed time, and we certainly weren't at church. I kept wondering why she would be praying when it wasn't "time to pray". It was then I began to realize that I could pray at any time.
My mother shared many of her own stories of prayer and personal revelation with us so that we could learn as well. As little children, we all knew about the time before she was married and was driving late at night and fell asleep at the wheel and crashed into a tree and broke her nose, and how a stranger pulled over to assist her and took her to the hospital.
I learned many things about prayer from my mother. I learned that I could receive inspiration for myself, and for my family. I learned that God does hear and answer prayers, though not always the way I would prefer, and perhaps not as quickly as I would sometimes like. Prayer is the means by which we receive personal revelation; guidance for our lives.
About a year ago, I was struggling with something, which probably, most likely, seemed trivial to my friends, but which was important to me. The thought came to me that I needed to pray about it. So I did. I prayed about it, pondered it, studied it out even. I remember one night, when I went up to a session at the temple, I had been praying about this issue again. And all of a sudden the answer seemed so clear to me, and I can't really explain it other than to say the thought was so strong and clear in my mind and emotion filled my heart so full, it felt like I was going to explode. I knew that I had received an answer to my prayer. I knew the path the Lord would have me go - although, it was not in accordance with the advice of my friends, I might add. I felt satisfied. I started to formulate a plan of action around this answer, and started to live my life in preparation of things to come, based on this "answer".
Well, a year has passed, and this "answer" to my prayer has not fully come to pass yet. Recently, I had felt down about it. Like, did I misinterpret? Did I only hear what I wanted to hear? Did I misread the signs? Have I just wasted an entire year journeying down a path that doesn't have an end in sight for me?
My soul felt spiritually malnourished, my head felt dizzy, my common sense shattered, and my heart heavy. Once again, this past week as I was up at a Temple session, I brought this matter to the Lord. However this time, as I was praying, here was the distinct impression I received. "You've already prayed about this before and you've already received your answer. You do not need to keep praying about this." Whoa... right? I know. Consider myself rebuked by the Lord. Guess what I am saying is I don't recommend questioning His decisions, hehe.
Since that day, I have heard a few talks at a few conferences, in which a few snippets have solidified for me the answer I received and knew in my heart to be true all along. It also let me know that the Lord is very aware of my heart. Such tender mercies.
I left feeling a little better, knowing that I hadn't missed the signs a year ago. I was reminded that the Lord works on HIS time, not mine, and that HE knows what's best for me. And that if I'm going to bother asking for HIS answer, then I need to honor that answer and live in accordance to it.
Sure, I learned a lot about prayer from my Sunday School teachers and from the talks at church, and from the scriptures. But it was the daily application and the daily example set forth by my mother that I learned the true meaning and power of prayer. For this I am grateful.
I am grateful to know how to pray. I am grateful to know that I can offer up a prayer at any time, day or night, and even in the car. I am grateful to know that the Lord does hear and answer prayers, and that I can turn it over to Him. I am grateful for a Mother who not only believed but who lived, and still lives a prayerful life. I am grateful that my mother taught me about prayer.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Countdown to Mother's Day: Baby-Mommy Bonding
The bond between mother and child is a strong one... even in adoptions!
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