Parenting with God's Voice


Parenting is a tough job. Kids don't come with a manual, an instruction guide, or even a short list of bullet points. And if you have more than one, parenting each one of them is as different as they are. Finally you find something that works great for a few months, and then it doesn't. Your toddler has finally overcome the biting phase only to enter a new one with tantrums. You manage at last to nail down a routine for the summer and school is mere days away. There are many opportunities to fail, and succeed, daily as a parent.

I've seen this list {pictured above} floating around Facebook recently, and it's a very good reminder about which thoughts to pay attention to and which to disregard. It's so easy to get caught up in thought patterns that are negative and unproductive. What struck me about this list, however, wasn't that obvious message: I saw instead, with a heavy heart, how often I parent with Satan's voice. It comes out in my tone, in a poor choice of words, in nagging, in harping on them, and I even see it in how they speak to each other. How they respond to me. And they learn that from...ME.

God is our heavenly Father, and I've often wondered as I've read through the Bible what it would look like to parent like God. He has many characteristics that we should strive for as parents: abounding in love, slow to anger, gracious, compassionate, just, righteous, disciplines those He loves. I think the list describing God's Voice showcases those characteristics in how He chooses to communicate with us, and the same could be true of how we parent our children.  

Instead of rushing your children:
Come on! Hurry up! We're going to be late! Let's go! Get a move on! We've GOTTA GO!!! 

Still them
  • Allow extra time to get out the door, especially when school starts in a couple weeks. I know, at least for us, that getting out the door to school is a hectic "rushed" time. And you know what, if you happen to be late, it's not the end of the world {I know some would disagree with that, though}. 
  • Don't jam pack the schedule so full during the school year that you are literally running from one thing to the next, as if you have a part time job as a taxi driver. Let some extracurricular activities go, miss a practice, only allow one activity at a time, and {gasp} don't go to every single Wednesday night church event.
  • Take a few minutes to read this article and make a point to eliminate the "hurry" in your life.

Instead of pushing your children:
You must get straight A's. You need to be more like ______. The crazy screaming parent at the game.

Lead them
  • Pay attention and notice their areas of talent, interest, and strength. Encourage them in those areas and present them with appropriate opportunities for growth and fine-tuning of those abilities. 
  • Help them persevere in an activity while keeping an open mind. They may need to finish the season, but they don't have to be committed to something for life. 
  • Understand that not every child is good at school, music, sports, or art. That's ok. Let them be who God created them to be, not who you want them to be. 

Instead of frightening your children:
Yelling, screaming, and fighting in front of them. Condoning abuse. Allowing them to watch mature content on TV or play violent video games. Threatening them.

Reassure them
  • With this one, it's not always the parent doing the frightening but allowing the child to be frightened. If there is a toxic situation in the home, however, such as domestic violence, abuse, or fighting, that is very frightening to a child and needs to be resolved immediately.
  • Children thrive when they feel secure and loved. Set up healthy communication patterns and make sure they feel comfortable talking to you about the hard things. They need to know that you will always be on their side and that they can trust you.
  • Put age-appropriate boundaries on what they see and hear, from the news, on TV, video games, or otherwise. They can't unhear or unsee things, so once the damage is done it's done. Kids are growing up so fast these days--don't hurry them into losing their innocence.

Instead of confusing your children:
Inconsistent consequences. Not keeping promises. Expecting them to do as you say but not as you do.

Enlighten them
  • To enlighten is to give intellectual or spiritual light to, to instruct or impart knowledge to. 
  • Teach them how to live. Most of what they learn from you will be imparted by watching how YOU live and doing the same, so be the person you want them to be.
  • Decide what is important in life and make sure that is a priority in your schedule, both personally and as a family. 
  • Be consistent with consequences, even when it's difficult.

Instead of discouraging your children:
Name calling. Hostile correction. Lecturing. Nagging. Belittling. Constantly pointing out weaknesses or failures.

Encourage them
  • Praise them appropriately. Notice when they succeed or display praiseworthy characteristics, like kindness, empathy, service, compassion, or mercy. 
  • Be creative with your encouragement: write notes, surprise them, reward good behavior. Make sure your encouraging words are more plentiful than correction. 
  • Discourage name calling and negative talk by implementing a consequence across the board, like a "potty mouth" jar, where everyone needs to put in a quarter/offense.

Instead of worrying your children:
Privying them to information {financially or otherwise} beyond their scope as children. Not being there for them when they need you. Reacting and being unpredictable emotionally.

Comfort them
  • Let kids be kids. Don't bring them in on your adult concerns until they are mature enough to handle the information.
  • Model trust in The Lord and pray together as a family about their worries. Keep a journal to record when God's answers to their prayers. 
  • Foster a loving environment of openness in the home & make sure they know that they can talk to you about anything. They need to know that you are always on their side, and whatever comes along in life you will face it together.
  • Be on time to pick them up and show up for them when they need you. 

Instead of obsessing your children:
Putting too much pressure on them to succeed in a certain area. Making your love conditional. Modeling obsession. Idols.

Calm them
  • Everything in moderation, including food, media, sports, and anything else. 
  • Just as God loves us, make sure that they know that you love them just because they are your children. They don't have to be anything or do anything more to earn your love. 
  • Sow a spirit of calmness in the home by responding instead of reacting, speaking gently, and calmly enforcing consequences.

Instead of condemning your children:
Heaping guilt on their habitual sin. Harsh correction. Scolding. Shaming. Making them feel like they can't do anything right.

Convict them
  • Only The Lord can get ahold of their heart & convict them, but you can assist in that process by praying with them and encouraging them to ask for forgiveness. 
  • Focus more on the heart issue behind the behavior than the behavior itself. There's a reason for every behavior: figure out what's in their heart. True heart change will produce a change in behavior.
  • PRAY for your children daily. Ask God to help them become the person He's created them to be and to do what He's called them to do. 


Well, I don't know about you, but reading over this list is incredibly convicting for me... I would love to parent with God's voice, but I know I can't do it on my own. God loves all of us with an unconditional, sacrificial love, and out of overflow of His heart His mouth speaks. We need to ask God daily for the ability to see and love our children the way He does, and the more we allow God to change our hearts, the more we will be able to parent with His Voice.


Which ones do you struggle with most as a parent? For me, it's rushing & condemning.

What has helped you to parent with God's Voice?


August 6: A Lesson in Grace


Ahh, Clayton... My oldest. He's only 6 but the poor kid looks at least 8, and he's always been treated as such. His sister was born when he was a wee age of 16 months, and I expected him to grow up quick. It wasn't a conscious expectation, just a necessity of survival as a mother of two babies. Even at 16 months though, he was doing things that some two year olds hadn't even considered: opening doors, pushing chairs up to the counter and slicing pears {with a steak knife}, and locating every last spray bottle in the house. And spraying all of them, of course.

He's always been incredibly curious and into everything, and consequently a challenge parenting-wise. How do you direct and train such a curious and innovative mind? He knows when he's disobeying, but he largely does things because he's curious or wants to create something new. He's Curious George, just in boy form. I can't tell you how many "recipes" I've dumped down the drain over the years after he's tried to "cook" something new for breakfast. He also has  trouble controlling his impulses and using his words, but what kid doesn't, really. 

Instead of using his words, though, he's been aggressive with his siblings this summer. I feel like every time I turn around I'm telling him to use his words and apologize. The repetitiveness I don't mind too much, but I do mind when injuries, welts, and bruises occur as a result of the aggression. Today was one of those days.

When several rounds of playing outside by himself, time-outs, and apologies hadn't changed any behaviors, I angrily sent him up to his room to clean. He had de-fluffed his Build-A-Bear all over his room, I kid you not, about 6 months ago, and there's still cotton all over the floor. It hasn't completely been cleaned up or vacuumed since then. It's a painful process to get him to clean his room, so apparently I avoid the whole ordeal. But he was doing it today. First, he pulled the mattresses off the beds and took them apart. Then there was playing instead of cleaning, whining about not wanting to clean, doing everything except cleaning, escaping out the front door and playing outside instead of cleaning, and more not cleaning.

After much too long, he had finally made some progress in the right direction. Most of the big things were picked up off the floor, and I went in with a broom and dustpan to help him finish up. The floor is carpeted, but I needed the broom and dustpan to sweep up the carpet of things-too-large-to-be-vacuumed-up first, before I vacuumed. Like I've mentioned before, I'm "mom of the year." I like to try to live up to the title. So, I'm hot and sweaty and angrily sweeping up cotton fluff, googly eyes, broken crayons, Lego pieces, and Lord knows what else. I vacuum, stare in amazement at a clean, spotless floor, and attempt to reassemble the beds.

Quickly frustrated by the fact that I can't get the parts to fit together correctly, I bark at him to "get in here" and help with the beds. Despite my angry tone, my 6 year old calmly tells me that if you angle the bottom this way, move it over a little now, and gently slide it back that it fits back together quite nicely. "Why don't you try this one, mom," he says in a kind, encouraging voice. I mess with second bed for a few minutes before I get it right, and as he helps me lower it down, he says, "there you go! Just like that. Good job, mom!" Then he proceeds to ascertain the easiest, best way to move the mattresses back on the frame, and "just like that," we are done.

It wasn't until later in the evening when I was at our church prayer meeting that I realized that my 6 year old son was more of an adult this afternoon than I was. Nothing like a good prayer meeting to get some conviction going. Instead of setting an example of calmness and respect, I was angry and snarky. Even in the face of that, he displayed such maturity and grace in return. Leave it to God to use the impulsive, aggressive 6 year old to teach me a lesson on being calm, graceful, and encouraging, huh? As I tucked him into bed this evening I praised him for how he handled that situation and how much I appreciated it, and him! I'm thankful that no matter how many times I fail daily as a mother, wife, friend, or daughter, that God always forgives and always gives me another chance. And I'm thankful for children who do the same.


A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.  Proverbs 15:1-3

My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.  James 1:18-20

Are You a Servant or a Martyr?


I can't believe that the summer is coming to a close in just a few short weeks already. Almost gone are the days of sleeping in until 8am, snuggling and lounging on the couch, late breakfasts, playing outside, swimming in the pool, watching movies, taking drives, walks, parks, picnics, lightning bugs... These leisurely things will soon be replaced by 6:30am wake-up calls, uniforms, hectic mornings, a too-quiet house, routines, errands, schedules, homework and bedtimes. It was a weird summer, vacillating between constant rain to extreme heat, and now it seems that fall has arrived early. While I'm loving this temperate weather these days, I feel a sense of regret that the summer seems to have faded so fast this year. I find myself only 2 weeks shy of the start of school with a summer bucket list that is much too long still to complete in the allotted time.

There's always a part of me that looks forward to the start of school, however, some years more than others. The predictability and routine of the school year adds a sense of peace and harmony to life that is absent during the summer, when all kids are on top of each other, constantly bickering, and bored. As much as I hate to admit it as a mom, there is a small part of me that dreads the summer, if I'm being totally honest. The fighting, the whining, the complaining, the boredom, the running, and the lack of space, time, or moments for me to just be by myself. And being the innately selfish person that I am, I have a tough time transitioning to a greater selflessness that is required by summertime. So yes, that part of me very much looks forward to the start of school so I can take a deep breath, go to the grocery store without an ornery, handsy parade, and pee by myself again {wait, I will still have two kids at home, so scratch that one}. 

Ben was out of town for a few days last week, leaving me by my lonesome with the kids. Normally, knowing he was going to be gone for three days, I would've called in reinforcements and had family scheduled to stop by during the evening hours in order to retain my sanity. But I didn't. I just decided that we would survive and proceeded with life. And things were fine. They were actually better than fine--we had a really good time together! That got me thinking, and I determined two things:

Either the kids were just really, really good for some reason {insert laughter here} or my attitude about the day makes a HUGE difference. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm banking on the later. Hmmm.

God used the above quote {by Jen Hatmaker from Out of the Spin Cycle: Devotions to Lighten Your Mother Load} to begin convicting me about my heart attitude towards life, and specifically my children. Although I may not display it outwardly, oftentimes there is this underlying annoyance when they are home for the summer. They are wild and fighting with each other most of the time. I find it very difficult to complete routine tasks because they constantly need something from me. I dread going to the grocery store. If I do take a little time to do something I want to do, like write this article, for example {it's taken me about 4 days to get this far}, I pay a price. Ironically, as I typed that last sentence, the kids went from playing nicely to throwing, hurting, and crying. Clayton has been removed for a time out and Ruby has an ice pack on her forehead. Sidenote: I'm always trying to wrap a little ice pack in a washcloth to sooth welts, but I just stuck it in a clean kid sock from the mountain of laundry I haven't folded. It's a perfect fit, doesn't slip off constantly, and keeps the ice pack from getting too cold on her skin. Score!

Anyways, I noticed a theme: They fight and drive ME crazy. They interfere with MY getting things done at home. They make it difficult for ME at the grocery store. I sigh. I groan. I shake my head. I grit my teeth. I yell. I sound a lot more like a martyr than a servant. 

When I choose martyrdom, I sacrifice joy, I squelch love, and I fail to notice God. I miss out on all the little details that make the day wonderful, that make the children wonderful, because I'm so focused on my needs and expectations not being met the way I wanted. A martyr is focused on themselves.

"Serving with joy in the midst of messes and difficulty can only be done when we walk in the power of the Holy Spirit. When we are joyful and see each minute with our children as an opportunity to worship God though our service of Him, our children sense our joy and feel secure and happy." 
~Sally Clarkson

A servant helps and aids others. A servant takes the time to assist, to notice, to pay attention. A servant notices how well the kids helped to clean up the toys today and that they are getting the hang of organizing. A servant looks at her daughter, who will start kindergarten in two weeks, and sees how tall and beautiful she is. She has a sharp mind, strong legs, and a sweet face. A servant tells her how proud she is to be her momma and how much she will miss her. A servant studies the chubby little feet on her baby and notices how well they step along the floor as she cruses the furniture. She will be walking soon. A servant makes time for the dishes and laundry, but not in spite of her children but rather to bless them. Clean dishes make cooking healthy meals a lot easier, as do regular trips to the grocery store. A servant cherishes the moments to help her children when they are young, knowing that all too soon they won't need her help with such things anymore. A servant has a attitude of gratefulness, patience, and love. A servant is focused on others. 

As the summer winds down, ask the Lord to help you choose servant today. There's joy, love, and the Lord to be found there.


What about you? Do you find yourself a servant or martyr most of the time?


Homemade Italian Dressing

If you know me, you know that I'm a HUGE fan of salads, and I love them mostly for the yummy homemade salad dressing I can slather all over them. Basically, I'm a vinegar addict. I've been using this dressing maker for years {pictured below}, & I've just recently concocted the perfect mix of spices to replicate the dressing my mom made {and still does} for our salad growing up. It's pretty close, at least. If you're a fan of vinaigrette's or Italian dressing, I promise this is the best version you'll ever taste!! It's so good that I literally drink the extra dressing from the bottom of the bowl, which we always called the "juice" at my house. Now my daughter loves it, too, so I have some competition once the salad is gone. :)

If this is something you'll be making often, I'd recommend investing in a dressing maker, like this one from Pampered Chef. It's fairly inexpensive and holds up really well. A pint sized mason jar would work, as well, but it lacks the convenient pouring spout.


Homemade Italian Dressing 
{yields 12 oz.}

5 oz. apple cider vinegar
7 oz. olive oil
1 1/2 tsp onion powder
1 tsp garlic powder
1 tsp kosher salt
1/2 tsp Italian seasoning
1/2 tsp black pepper

Pour liquids into the jar to the proper measurements. Add spices. Shake vigorously & serve. Store in the refrigerator for up to a month.

You're welcome. :)

August 1: Judgement Day


My heart is heavy today as I ponder the sentencing and judgement of Ariel Castro and the atrocities he committed against those girls for over a decade. No earthly punishment could ever atone for the pain and suffering he has wrought on their lives. It's at times like this I'm so very thankful we have a Savior who wipes away our tears and who will one day restore all that was lost.

One has to wonder how a human being could do such a thing to another, and we are quick to call him a monster. I would venture to guess that if you walked up to any little boy or girl in the park where I'm
sitting and asked them what they wanted to be when they grow up, a combination of kidnapper/rapist/murderer wouldn't even remotely be on the list. People don't aspire to a career as a monster, and they don't get there overnight. It's a series of very small, and at first seemingly insignificant choices, many of which begin at a young age. 

Being exposed to pornography early in life can form a root in a boy's heart that can literally take him the rest of his life to eradicate completely and keep out of the soil of his soul. And even if it is erradicated, like any other addiction it still looms on the periphery, always waiting to move back in during times of weakness, loneliness, or stress. This is a most difficult journey for a Christian, let alone someone who has no relationship with The Lord. If this root is not ripped out, it will only take more and more to satisfy the insatiable desire it produces. Add to that a cocktail of childhood abuse, pain, neglect, & abandonment: enter the world of human trafficking. 

I'm in no way justifying this heinous business, merely shedding some light on the road to depravity. Even with that being said, however, I still don't understand how you really get there. To that place. The place where your selfishness and self-gratification become more important than a human life. Than 3 human lives. How human lives can become as objects or property. I can only think about this whole thing in small doses because it's sickening.

Human trafficking doesn't just exist in other countries, it's in your backyard and in mine. A story that got international coverage happened less than 10 minutes down the road from my house. My husband passes the street every day on his way to work. Every. Day. I'm glad that, if nothing else, this story has shed some light on the dark world of human trafficking and it's prevalence. It's going to take all of us working together to stop more innocent women and children from becoming victims. Call the National Human Trafficking Resource Center (NHTRC) at 1.888.373.7888 to report a tip, get information about trafficking resources in your area, or to connect with local trafficking services. Pick up your cell phone and add it to your contacts. One phone call can save someone from a life most of us shudder to even imagine. 

Think honorably, my friends, for your thoughts become your actions. 
Act lovingly, my friends, for your actions become your character.
Submit your character to The Lord, my friends, for it becomes your destiny.

Whatever is true, noble, excellent, right, lovely, honorable, pure, and praiseworthy, think on such things {Phil. 4:8}, for your thoughts will become your destiny. Choose carefully that on which you dwell.