Life is a juggling act: mom, wife, employee, friend... if only we could balance it all. The lifestye section is designed to help with some tips through monthly profile stories on veteran moms, advice on finance, faith, adoption, parenting and school choice.
by Courtney Buxton, A Work in Progress
We can laugh about it now, but I have a friend who prayed fervently during quiet times in church. It was not because she had a pressing need or felt incredibly close to God. It was because her baby had gas. Horrible, loud gas, and she just knew that one ... day his precious little infant self would rip one in church, and everyone would turn to look at her. Would she point at the baby, shrug her shoulders and smile sheepishly? Would she turn and look disgusted at the person beside her? Would she sit down and die? Thankfully, she never found out. God answered her prayers for no toots in church, but sleeping through the night and no more diaper blow-outs took some time.
Every mom finds herself in that place of a desperate, not-to-be-embarrassed prayer at some point. We utter the words, “Please God, please don’t let them ___________.” The blank could be anything: spit up on Great Aunt Sally, scream through her bapti
by Courtney A. Buxton
A Work in Progress
I got to know Lauren DeWeese when her daughter, Ashley, and my son, Hugh, were in preschool together. I knew that Lauren had another child, Steven, but I did not know that he was autistic until I met him at a church Halloween function. He was dressed up li... t one day his precious little infant self would rip one in church, and everyone would turn to look at her. Would she point at the baby, shrug her shoulders and smile sheepishly? Would she turn and look disgusted at the person beside her? Would she sit down and die? Thankfully, she never found out. God answered her prayers for no toots in church, but sleeping through the night and no more diaper blow-outs took some time.
Every mom finds herself in that place of a desperate, not-to-be-embarrassed prayer at some point. We utter the words, “Please God, please don’t let them ___________.” The blank could be anything: spit up on Great Aunt Sally, scream through her
by Courtney A. Buxton A Work in Progress
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Philippians 4:8
... infant self would rip one in church, and everyone would turn to look at her. Would she point at the baby, shrug her shoulders and smile sheepishly? Would she turn and look disgusted at the person beside her? Would she sit down and die? Thankfully, she never found out. God answered her prayers for no toots in church, but sleeping through the night and no more diaper blow-outs took some time.
Every mom finds herself in that place of a desperate, not-to-be-embarrassed prayer at some point. We utter the words, “Please God, please don’t let them ___________.” The blank could be anything: spit up on Great Aunt Sally, scream through her baptism, throw a fit in this
by Katie Newingham
Being a mom doesn't mean we're no longer women, women with pasts, pasts that can haunt us at the most peculiar times. Over the last few months I've had the opportunity to get to know a few ladies from my neighborhood. At first, I thought they were very different from me, and kept my distance to observe them with their children, with ea... cious little infant self would rip one in church, and everyone would turn to look at her. Would she point at the baby, shrug her shoulders and smile sheepishly? Would she turn and look disgusted at the person beside her? Would she sit down and die? Thankfully, she never found out. God answered her prayers for no toots in church, but sleeping through the night and no more diaper blow-outs took some time.
Every mom finds herself in that place of a desperate, not-to-be-embarrassed prayer at some point. We utter the words, “Please God, please don’t let them ___________.” The blank could be anything: spit up on Great Aunt Sally, scream through her baptism, throw a
by Katie Newingham
How would you live differently today if you weren't worried about tomorrow? I had to ask myself this question after I got the news that I wouldn't be a published author, not now anyway. I was devastated, and all I could see were hurdles before me. See, I had spent 18 months writing my first manuscript. To do this, I used nap times and tv time a... le infant self would rip one in church, and everyone would turn to look at her. Would she point at the baby, shrug her shoulders and smile sheepishly? Would she turn and look disgusted at the person beside her? Would she sit down and die? Thankfully, she never found out. God answered her prayers for no toots in church, but sleeping through the night and no more diaper blow-outs took some time.
Every mom finds herself in that place of a desperate, not-to-be-embarrassed prayer at some point. We utter the words, “Please God, please don’t let them ___________.” The blank could be anything: spit up on Great Aunt Sally, scream through her baptism, throw a fit in th
by Courtney A. Buxton
A Work in Progress
The best quote I have ever heard about love comes from a writer I admire very much named Emily Wierenga. She once wrote, “Love isn’t u... ne day his precious little infant self would rip one in church, and everyone would turn to look at her. Would she point at the baby, shrug her shoulders and smile sheepishly? Would she turn and look disgusted at the person beside her? Would she sit down and die? Thankfully, she never found out. God answered her prayers for no toots in church, but sleeping through the night and no more diaper blow-outs took some time.
Every mom finds herself in that place of a desperate, not-to-be-embarrassed prayer at some point. We utter the words, “Please God, please don’t let them ___________.” The blank could be anything: spit up on Great Aunt Sally, scream through her ba
by Katie Newingham
Love is a word widely used in our culture. We love ice cream, dogs, nail polish, but do we love each other? Twenty-six photos of my friends’ families hang on the front of my fridge; the exact number of families represented in the Sandy Hook Elementary School Massacre. As I peer at the pictures, I reflect on the fact that these chil... us little infant self would rip one in church, and everyone would turn to look at her. Would she point at the baby, shrug her shoulders and smile sheepishly? Would she turn and look disgusted at the person beside her? Would she sit down and die? Thankfully, she never found out. God answered her prayers for no toots in church, but sleeping through the night and no more diaper blow-outs took some time.
Every mom finds herself in that place of a desperate, not-to-be-embarrassed prayer at some point. We utter the words, “Please God, please don’t let them ___________.” The blank could be anything: spit up on Great Aunt Sally, scream through her baptism, throw a fi
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