“I’m glad we’re #christians,” said my pre-teen daughter. I asked her why and her response still echoes in my heart. #hope #faith #parenting #motherhood #kids
"Mama, you forgot to sing to me," my son called from his bedroom. Actually, I hadn't forgotten. I was just tired and ready for the kids to be in bed, eager to go "off duty" for the night. So I had prayed for him, kissed him goodnight and shut the door. But he remembered. And … Continue reading Mama, You Forgot
“I’m glad we eat together as a family,” said my pre-teen daughter as she served up a second helping. Her comment warmed my heart. I, too, love our shared moments around the table. Sometimes they’re rushed as we squeeze in a meal before Wednesday night AWANA or some other obligation. But most often, our dinners … Continue reading Memorable Mealtimes
by Meredith Mills @DazzledByTheSon What does the perfect Thanksgiving look like to you? I think of Norman Rockwell’s painting Freedom From Want – all the family gathered around a beautifully decorated table laden with once-a-year favorites. Sweet smells, pleasant company, happy hearts. But real life isn't always that perfect, is it? Just last week, we … Continue reading Giving Thanks when Things Aren’t Perfect
Ding! A new text message lit up the screen of my iPhone. I opened it to find a long note from my mom containing a list she’s compiled of over 350 names and attributes of God. The day before she and I had chatted about my fascination with learning God’s names as a means to … Continue reading A Mother’s Legacy
By Meredith Mills @DazzledByTheSon Yesterday was not a good day. Everyone in the Mills house woke up tired from a busy weekend. And busy weekends make for long Mondays. The kids and I took a field trip which involved a lovely nature walk in the autumn-colored woods. An impending thunderstorm held off and the temperature … Continue reading On the Bad Days
Bang. Bang. Bang. My son taps who-knows-what on the floor, enjoying the sounds he creates. He loves noisemaking. I cherish his inquisitive personality, that quality which causes him to make the noises (and the messes). But these things drive a parent crazy. “Son, stop banging. It’s just creating chaos,” my husband instructs. Immediately, our preschooler bursts into song. “Chaos! Chaos! … Continue reading Calming the Chaos
Lean in close, I have a secret to tell...“I am a recovering control freak.” Seriously. Life is good when things go according to plan, when nothing too crazy happens, and when people behave themselves. But if things start to veer too far off course, I get anxious. God has grown me a lot in this … Continue reading Raising the White Flag
It’s one of the greatest joys and most profound responsibilities of parenting. We have the privilege of cultivating relationships with the children God has given to us.
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Something shimmery caught my eye as I entered the room. An iridescent journal lay on my bed. I smiled.
This is no ordinary journal–it’s an ongoing conversation. My tween daughter and I take turns writing notes to each other and then leaving the journal on the other person’s bed.
My own mom started this journaling tradition years ago when I was single and traveling the country with a ministry team. She gave me a new journal, inscribed with these words, “I thought it would be fun to write in this journal and send it back and forth. It seems like it would be a neat ‘keepsake.’”
Keepsake it is. Fifteen years later, I still treasure the record of words mailed back and forth across the country. She wrote about my little sister getting braces, described trips she and my dad took and expressed her surprise over my unexpected visit home…
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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