Boys

Dericke has Jed pinned against the floor, his wrist at an unholy angle. Jed is screaming, "It hurts. It hurts. Let go!"

I run in and shout at the top of my voice to "Stop it and let go RIGHT NOW!"

Both boys stop instantly, look at me like I'm crazy and then they speak over each other. "No, mom, it's okay." "We were just playacting, auntie." "We're fine really." 

Then they run out to find something else to play with. 

I go back and sit at the kitchen table, my heart racing. I congratulate myself. Because, hey, Im not strangling myself to death. Or slitting my wrists. Or mindlessly banging my head against the wall. 

Boys. I will never understand them.

Dear Mommies with Grown-up Kids

Dear mommies-with-grown-up-children, 

Is it true that all mommies will miss the mess when the kids are grown up and move out of the house?

Please encourage me.

Catching a Magic Moment

God called me to work-from-home five years ago and homeschool two years ago. Today, I have the greatest privilege of leading my second heathen (Jed being the first, of course) to a saving knowledge of the Jesus.

Me: (stage auntie mode) It's true lagi, Sam. I almost died last night.

Samantha: Hahaaaay.... Anti, teacher said 'Dont tell a lie. Or God will send you to hell on the last day of earth'.

(catching a magic moment and swiftly changing to serious mode)

Me: And if we want to go to heaven on the last day of earth, what should we do then?

Me: The Bible says in Romans 10:9, "If we say with our heart that 'Jesus is Lord' and believe with our hearts, then we will be saved." Do you say it? And will you believe it?

Bent head. Closed eyes. A prayer made. A savior accepted. A life entrusted. Celebrate with heaven and me.