“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