If I would mention the armor of God, I'm pretty sure you would know what I was talking about. You know, the Shield of Faith, the Helmet of Salvation, the Sword of the Spirit. 

Powerful, weapons, forged by the very hands of God, given to us for battle! 

There is a fight between good and evil, a war between God and Satan going on. And us as women are ready to defend our marriage, our children and ourselves against the enemy.

But do we know what battle truly is?

We hear about it in church and discuss it in our small groups. And we pat ourselves on the back when we shine up our armor a bit every day with  the polish of quiet time. If we can fit in some time with God every day we feel like we are really on our way! We are getting there! But my friend,  we are not even scratching the surface.

What if we are called to do so much more than to ward of the attacks of the enemy?

I believe with all my heart that as Mom's we are supposed to be on the front lines of the battle, initiating the attack against Satan and his minions instead of defending whenever we feel we are under attack. 

We are equipped with a full suit of armor to use in the defeat of the enemy but so often we underestimate the most powerful weapon we have!. The super-weapon of prayer. For some reason we look at it as a spiritual gift, but it's not in the list of spiritual gifts. We talk about "Prayer Warriors" as if there are only a few people really gifted to pray.

But Jesus has called each one of us to be Prayer Warriors. Especially us as Moms. 

Our children are the future church of Jesus. And these are scary times. People are leaving the church left and right. Our kids are going to hear so many reasons that Christianity is not for them. They are going to face attack from every side.

Mom friends, It is imperative that we initiate the attack against the devil and his evil army before they make an attack on our kids.

We must cover our kids daily in prayer, over and over and over again. The Bible says "Be alert and of a sober mind. Your enemy the devils prowls around looking for someone to devour." 1 Peter 5:8

Unless our children are covered in prayer every single day that someone could very well be them. 

Our kids have so much to face as they grow into adulthood, we cannot neglect this very important part of the battle for their souls. It is a very real possibility that they will not only face the lure of Vanity Fair, but also face persecution.

Will your child be able to stand against imprisonment and worse? Mom's, we must pray for their very souls, daily!

God talks about the down-spiral of the world in Romans. If we do not start setting up a wall of prayerful defense, this could be the description of our own children.'

"And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not proper..." Romans 1:28

As Mom's we need to band together as a great army, on the march against the enemy, claiming our children for Christ! We need to be prepared to get on our knees and fight for their souls in wrestling prayer, every day.

We need to be Battlefield Mom's, changing our armor from shiny and perfect to battle-scarred and used.

Praying for our kids as we work is awesome, but we need to get serious about it. We need to set aside time every day to pray for their future in Jesus.

Are you ready to join me?

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The young soldier threw his arms against the rock behind him and could almost feel it tremble. He lifted his left hand to shield his eyes from the sun, trying to get a better view of the small band of soldiers coming across the plain. His right hand grasped his sword a little tighter and he reached down to picked up his shield. 

He paused a moment, gazing at the round disk, his mind leaving the scene around him for a moment.

"But my Lord, these weapons look almost like a boy's playthings" he said somewhat hesitantly when he first saw his sword and shield, trying to feel his beloved Master out. The King looked at the soldier and then smiled before answering, "There is one lesson you have yet to learn before you can ever achieve a victory. You will never be victorious. And yet you can win every battle if you choose. But each victory must be won through the power of My might, not yours. That must be your battle cry in every encounter with the evil forces." 

The memory brought a brief smile to the young man's face as he prepared for yet another battle. It seemed as if he had been fighting one battle after another with minimal respite. He smiled again as he got a firm grip on his shield.The King had not told him that with every battle won his weapons would be come strong instead of worn down - the blade of his double edged sword seemed to grow sharper after each victory won through the power of his King's might. The shield was now a massive piece of armor that had saved his life on more than one occasion and he continued to grow in his skill with both. 

He glanced up. Three formidable looking men in full armor were closing in around him. The large rock behind him protected his back and he was thankful for it.

He checked his breastplate and braced himself for battle. He had been tired and discouraged a few moments before. Now the memory of the victory lesson his Master taught him seemed to give him new life. His eyes now shone with hope and determination as he adjusted his helmet.

Holding his sword in front of him, the King's soldier quickly shattered the silence. "I claim victory for the King! I fight you in the power of His might!" His attackers paused almost imperceptibly and then continued toward him, silently. The loud clashes of sword against sword and sword against shield were the next sounds to break the silence.

"You are all alone, fool. The King is far away and His power cannot help you here. You are in our power." The large soldier in front of him smirked and attempted a thrust into his chest. "The King's power never leaves those who fight for Him - our very weapons are filled with His might!" And the young man quickly deflected his blade and once again shouted "the power of His might!" 

The battle was long and hard. The sun moving slowly from the east side of the meadow seemed to pause over head and then began to slip down toward the west. The evilness of the three large soldiers was almost tangible and seemed to thicken the air. The soldier to the young man's right dropped back in a sudden change of strategy. The King's soldier glanced at him momentarily, wondering if he was retreating from the battle.

The man grinned viciously and began a verbal attack, making it hard for the champion of Truth to concentrate on the battle. "The King has filled your weapons with the power of His own might? Do you really believe that? It's all lies - lies He uses to bring people into His pitiful little Kingdom. Have you ever seen any part of the Kingdom He professes to reign over? He has tricked you and now you will die because of your stupidity."

​He paused to allow another malicious grin to run across his face as the young soldier seemed to falter for a brief moment. His grin quickly turned to a disappointed scowl as he saw the King's soldier once again deflect a blade wielded by one of the other soldiers of darkness. He had clearly counted on it being the death blow.

The evil soldier continued his bantering of the young man, never pausing for an answer. The soldier to the left seemed to be tiring and the young soldier started  directing his efforts towards him. Immediately the warrior that had been talking jumped back into the fight, allowing his tired partner a brief respite. Now the second soldier took up the mocking of the King and His soldiers. 

This pattern continued into the evening as the sun turned from its scorching yellow to a blaze of orange as it began to sink behind the trees in the distant horizon. The young soldier was at the point of exhaustion and didn't know how he could continue any longer. He had never battled so hard in his life and these were a most formidable foe. His shield was getting too heavy for him and he was getting slower with the handling of his sword. To give up was unthinkable and yet, was there another option? The fact that he was fighting two soldiers instead of three did not make it any easier because of the constant mocking of the third, confusing his mind.

The third warrior chuckled as he watched the younger man struggling for his life. "He's not so cocky now, is he?" This he directed to his two companions and they grinned as they continued battle. "Look at him" the representative of evil continued, "He's not fighting to defeat anymore. He's just trying to stay alive."

His eyes glittered and he laughed. "You aren't going to win this victory, are you? You with your special Kingly weapons. Those were just dreams, boy. Nobody has ever been victorious over us. What makes you think you would be any different? The King's got no special interest in you. He never gave you His power." He chuckled again, deep, dark and evil.

But the last statement the large soldier made was a mistake. "The King's power!" the young man thought. "This isn't my victory. It's the King's!" He felt new hope coursing through his veins. His foes faces quickly switched from cruel arrogance to dismay as the young man once again shouted his battle cry.

"By the power of HIS might!!" 

They screamed curses at him but he heeded them no longer as he continued to yell his battle cry and fell to the battle with such a burst of strength that it was over before the sun could completely disappear.

As he slowly put his sword back in its scabbard and let the shield lean against the rock he once again saw someone walking toward him across the plain. This time he ran to meet the man and knelt at the feet of His King.

"Through the power of Your might" he said softly. The King reached down and pulled him to his feet. "You have learned the lesson well and so the victory was won. For no matter how alone you may feel, I am always close beside you and you will always be victorious when you are strong through Me and trust in the power of My might."

When it comes to raising spiritually minded, courageous warriors for God, I think we can all agree that it's no small task. In fact, there is a battle raging for each of our kid's souls. And we are right in the middle of it, for the simple reason that we are parents.

It can be so easy to get overwhelmed with all the options and "have to's" that run thick in our culture. 

Memorize verses.

Pray this way.

Watch that training series.

Read this book.

And on and on. 

And resources and Bible memory and all those things are good. 

But before we start giving into all the things that we "need" to be doing, let's check our armor and lean into God's power. Only then can we proceed with victory.

Through the Power of HIS Might!

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"Mommy, one time we were at Grandma's house. And it was so much fun to play with her tractor."

"Mommy, do you remember when Daddy had poison ivy? It's all better now! Jesus made it better!" 

"Mommy, look! Jesus put water back into Grammi's stream! Just like we asked Him to! He came down, and then he went back up!"

After each of these quotes from my 3 year old, I just shook my head in amazement. So happy in her simple faith. So shocked at her memory. Some of these events happened almost a year prior!

As Moms, we all know that the toddler years are some of the most critical development years in a person's life. These little people are constantly gathering more information and data than we will probably ever even know. And if we are not purposeful about it, then the information and thought process that is cemented in their minds is going to be useless, at least in light of eternity.

But that is not what any of us want for our children. We are raising soldiers for Christ, and soldiers need to be able to dig deep and know what they stand for.

Just like the tree in Psalm 1. 

1. Fill Their Mind With Life! 

He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he does shall prosper. {Psalm 1:3}

We need to fill our children's river {mind} with life-giving water. We need to give them what they need to dig deep and find nourishing strength in the Word of God. And it's never to early to start! It is not enough to tell a child how they should act. We need to be training their little hearts in "why" they should act. 

We need to teach them to delight in the word of the Lord, and to meditate on it day and night. And then when they are older, they will be that blessed person that "walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, not stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of the scornful."

Life gets hectic and busy - I know all about that! But this principle is so important, we as Moms really can't afford to put it on the back burner! We need to make it a priority in our lives, above laundry, dishes, sweeping and Facebook.

​We Moms of today have a lot to fight against to stay on track with Jesus, and on track with being present for our kids and training their hearts all day long. It's hard, but the good news is that God is ready and waiting to give us the grace and strength to make the right decisions moment by moment and day by day!

2. It's a Bible Command!

"And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children and you shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk in the way, and when you lie down and when you rise." {Deuteronomy 6:6-7}

Although this is an Old Testament verse, I think the importance and the essence of it rings true through eternity. To make the discussion of God's Word and commands a part of daily life is as important for Moms in the 21st century as it was in 1400BC. 

So, how do we do this, particularly when our children are young? Some of our favorite ways are Bible on CD and repetitious reading of the same passage until it's memorized.

My parents used to turn on Audio Bible tapes every night when us kids went to bed. We would fall asleep listening to God's word being read aloud. We loved it.

Bibles verses put to song are also a great way to hide God's word in little toddler hearts. We like these 3 CDs, available on amazon. {affiliate link}

I have been amazed at a toddler's ability to memorize things they hear repeatedly. And we have found that stories are what our kids remember the best. So we've memorized portions of the Christmas story and the gospels with them. It really is so rewarding!

​What is one of your favorite ways to teach the Word to your kids? I'd love to hear about it!

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What is a brave Mom?

Well I can tell you that it isn't me or you. At least it isn't us on our own.

A truly brave Mom knows that the courage for the job of Motherhood does not come from within, but from without.

A brave Mom gets her courage from God. 

A brave Mom is a woman of humility who wakes  and immediately pleads with God to be her Strength and Tower of Refuge throughout the day. 

A brave Mom knows the joy of the Lord is her strength and prays for it daily.

A brave Mom sacrifices her own feelings, comfort and time for her family everyday. She does it without a thought, because she has strengthened herself in the Lord at the start of every day and makes herself rely on Him continually.

A brave Mom forces herself to combat anger and temper and run to Jesus instead of saying those nasty words.

A brave Mom knows how to tell her children "no" and use the opportunity to train their hearts instead of just their obedience because she knows they will apply this lesson to their relationship with Jesus as they grow older.

A brave Mom is not selfish, but mothers her children all day, with no thought to herself, but every thought on the future of her child and their future in Christ.

A brave Mom knows that she has not attained and makes mistakes daily.

A brave Mom knows how to humbly apologize, even to a 1 year old and always to God. 

A brave Mom turns her failures into pillars of strength in the structures of little hearts.

A brave Mom is a Mom who seeks Jesus daily, hourly and more.

 A Mom who sacrifices and trains and falls and falls and gets back up again and says:

"I can do all things through Christ Who strengthens me!"

"The Joy of the Lord is my Strength!"

"I will wait for the Lord; I will be strong and courageous and wait on the Lord!"

I have not attained "Brave Mom" status yet, but I am learning that I must ask for it with every breath and like Jacob, not let go until God has blessed me with it!

What about you? Will your join me in asking for God's strength to go brave and bold with your parenting? Our futures depend on it and our God is ABLE!!

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I have been reading a lot of "weary Mom" blog posts lately. They are so good.

They are so...true. 

Mommy work is never done. Mommies are tired, because they are super-vigilant. Mommies don't hear very many {unprompted} "Thank you's"

Stay-at-home Moms don't get very much credit from the world.

Some Mommies don't get very much support from friends, parents or even their husbands. A Mommy house is often cluttered with toys, laundry and dishes. Freezer meal boxes might lay out on the counter all day. 

Exhaustion. Should I even go there? Being a Mommy is exhausting.

But the good news is: We are needed. We are loved. We are important. So important. We are shaping little lives that will shape the future. Our little tiny people we work so hard to teach and train and love are the future.

All these blogs are such a balm to my heart and soul. They give me the strength to keep going and going and going. And going.

But...I do think we are missing the point sometimes. Do you know the real reason our work is so important?

We work, not just for our husbands. Not just for our children. Not just for the future.

We work for Jesus.

Jesus said "If you give a cup of cold water in My name, you are doing it for ME." {Matthew 10:42}

The cups of water we give to our children are countless. And that is only a tiny part of being a Mommy.

Girls, every thing we do for our children, through the love of Jesus, is being done to Him.

We are serving Jesus every day of our lives, every minute of our day, when we care for our children. 

Perhaps even when we wash their faces and put lotion on soft, baby skin it is a reflection of Mary, washing Jesus' feet and anointing him with oil. Is that too radical of a statement? I don't think so. Children are so close to the heart of Jesus.

Mommies...It doesn't get any better than that. There is so much joy and purpose in this wonderful journey.

So go: give your children ever ounce of love and strength that you have today, because you are doing it for Jesus!

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I was near tears. Shattered and broken inside at the realization I had been forced to face.

I had changed. Not the normal changes that happen when a girl becomes a wife and Mom like I talked about a while ago.

No, I felt like my entire character had changed. I had become uptight, short-tempered and so emotional. I felt like everyone looked at me as a failure. There was not much joy left in my heart.

When I looked at our kids I wanted to cry because I felt like I lost the precious joy in parenting. When I spent time with my husband my heart was hurting because I felt like I had failed him in just about everything.

I was exhausted physically, spiritually, emotionally - even socially.

But then someone said it to my face: you're not happy anymore. Something has to change. All you ever wanted was to have a houseful of kids to love on. And now you're not happy.

Ouch. She said it's because I'm too busy, running here and there all week long. At first I agreed, but I've finally faced the truth.

I wasn't happy because I wasn't letting myself be happy. 

Have you ever been there?

You're living your dreams, but there's no peace in your mind, no joy in your heart? It's a bitter place to be.

Girl, it's time to stop waiting for permission to live a joyful life!

As women we can be so in tune to our fellow moms that we start playing the comparison game and playing it hard.

Our minds can start thinking like this:

Nobody commented on the picture of my project - the one hobby that I feel gifted at. I must have no talents.

I know some friends whose houses would never be this messy. I must be a slop.

"So and so" didn't talk to me today. I must've done something wrong.

I wasn't invited to go out with that group of friends. They must not actually like me.

Pretty soon nobody can say or do anything without us feeling offended, left out and like a complete failure.

We spend our days waiting for one scrap of affirmation, feeling like someone is always looking over our shoulders. We get uptight when the kids are disobedient and emotional when the house is messy and when we aren't sure of the next step in parenting.

All we want is for someone to tell us we're doing ok and we can be happy.

Leaning on others for our joy.

But here's the thing - we already have permission to have a happy, joyful, peaceful heart.

​From the One who really matters!

Girl, let me tell you something. God made you to be you. He created you with your personality and your quirkiness and your love for certain hobbies and gifts in different areas.

He personally knit you together - every single part of you, including your personality. And He says that you are fearfully and wonderfully made. That's not just a verse for babies. That's a verse for you.

You don't need to keep house like your other friend. You don't need to have your hobbies recognized by everyone in your life. 

You don't need permission to be full of happiness and joy.

Because God has already told you to be! 

It's a fact that our strongest points come with weaknesses that need to be worked on. But it's also a fact that those strong points are the places we are created to find joy in. 

If you enjoy cleaning your house more than spending the day with a friend then that's ok! Don't beat yourself up over it and don't allow it to steal your joy!

If you'd rather plan a play-date at the park then fold the laundry on the couch then go for it! God created you to need and love to spend time with people.

When you decide to start living life like you want to, you're going to feel the biggest load slide off your shoulders. Suddenly you won't care what someone would think of your house or how you spend your time. You won't mind that people think your life choices are crazy - because you'll be living the way you are created to live!

{When I say "living life as I wanted to" I don't mean we are to live in a selfish way - but in the way God created each of us to function} 

Girl if the way you are living, parenting, housekeeping, working and finding joy is right before God and your husband then you don't need anyone else's permission to be happy and bubbling over with joy!

​You're so lovely and lovable just how God created you!

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"You're not who you used to be."

The words hit hard. I didn't want to be different. I had gotten used to who I was and I liked it.

Those words hurt. They came laden with insecurities that they dropped off in my heart as they danced through my head.

Any girl who's went from single to married, from free to being a parent, knows that it doesn't come without an identity crisis.

So the words hit hard.

And then they made me angry. Like, of course I'm not who I was. I'm a Mom now, hello.

The changes range from a humorous changes in conversation to soul searching, gut wrenching discoveries and the weight of the world on my shoulders.

Now, instead of asking my husband if he'd rather play Monopoly or Rummikub we look at each other and say "do you want diaper duty or bathroom duty?"

Instead of a world where I can spend the morning sleeping in if I want I have to come to grips with the reality that I am a selfish person and sometimes I resent a lot more than losing sleep.

Instead of making a decision that will effect my future I'm making dozens of decisions a day that will shape who our children become.

​I liked who I was as a young adult. The teen years came with their own struggles, but by the time I hit my 20s I felt secure. I knew who I was. I was good at what I did. 

Back then an evening of fun consisted of coaxing my friends up to the ambulance barn so I could practice getting IVs and then going to the local grocery store to buy a cake that looked like a hamburger and jamming out with the windows down all the way home. 

Time spent with friends was full of giggles, crazy dares and heartfelt talks. My opinions were strong and freely shared. I had lots of time to think them through and I knew what I believed and I reveled in what I felt.

And now...I've changed.

My soul can feel restless and I don't know who I am anymore.

Deep thoughts and feelings run through my heart and I don't know how to deal with them anymore. I feel small and inadequate.

Just another Mom.

Just another lady cruising through the grocery store with a cart full of lovely little people, trying to decide if I should buy Kraft or Annie's Macaroni and Cheese.

I look deep into my daughter's eyes and wonder if I'll be able to show her how to be a woman of worth. How to be brave and true and feminine and strong.

I kiss my little boy's hair and revel in the smell of the outside air. And I wonder if I'll be able to instill the importance of being bold and standing up for truth, the need to fight for those who need a champion infused with the strength of God.

I feed my baby girl at night and the atrocities of abortion run through my mind. And I want to cry out against it, but there's not many ways to fight, as a mom, with 3 kids in tow. So I hug her a little tighter and ask God to protect her always and thank Him for putting her in our care. 

I want to go out and do something fun with my friends but I feel like my mind might not have enough energy or the capacity to carry on an intelligent conversation at times.

Yeah...I've changed.

And even as my mind kicks against it, my heart is starting to embrace it.

Because I'm starting to realize that embracing the hard, the everyday and the mundane all together is what makes life real. 

Learning to love bigger, pray harder and fall deeper in my Savior as I realize how very inadequate I am.

Sometimes I wonder where all my big 20-year-old dreams have gone.

And then I realize I'm living them. Each and every one.

God has been so gracious to me.

Yes, I've changed. I'm not who I used to be. And it's actually a good thing.

So dear lady. If you're struggling with your identity, and don't like who you are anymore?

Stop a minute. Think about what's changed. If it's bad, then change it back again.

But, if you look carefully you might just realize - you're living exactly the life you were meant to be living. And you are becoming the person God has called you to be.

​It's ok to not be who you used to be.

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We moms get the feeling we're all alone in the trenches.
We wake at the crack of dawn (due to the natives) without one moment's peace to ourselves.

We slurp down that mug of (now cold) coffee in between refereeing squabbles and wiping sticky floors.  We quickly dash into the bathroom--bladder on red alert because HELLO--diaper changes, and mom comes last in the "basic needs" department.

We quickly dash into the bathroom--bladder on red alert because HELLO--diaper changes, and mom comes last in the "basic needs" department.

And we gaze into infinity called, The Rest Of The Day and wonder,

How will I ever make it 'til bedtime?


Which is an absurd thought, because bedtime is also a joke.  Sleep?  Who sleeps?  It's like Zombie-land 24/7--nursing babies, scared toddlers, or worse, vomit-laden sheets at 3:00AM.

Are you depressed yet?

No wonder we yell.  No wonder we flip out when a kid hollers, "MOM!  MOM!  MOM!  MOM! MOM!"  Seventy-five times in the span of five minutes.


God is nearLet me encourage you that it does pass.  The haze of the early years sweeps by, and you finally get to sleep (somewhat).  Phases change like the tide, some gentler than others.You're in survival mode much of the time.  But while you're surviving, remember this:
Yet He is actually not far from each one of us, for 'In Him we live and move and have our being' ~Acts 17:27b-28a, ESV

God has appointed your days.  And not as One Who is far off.

But as One who is near.  He is here with you, even in the middle of your laundry pile (of possibly chunky bed sheets).

You can call on a God who is near anytime.  This is what He desires of you.
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And He hears.

I realize this now, as a mom of four who went through all the above and more.
Having reached the other side of motherhood (the one where kids leave home), I look back now and realize He heard every one of my desperate prayers.

And He answered every one.

If you hear silence, please don't give up.  Faith is believing, even in the dark.
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God has hope for you!  He wants you to call out to Him, but He also wants you to recognize His gifts and His presence.

Your children are His gifts, and their very presence is reason enough to know that He has placed them in your life for this season, right now, not only for nurturing, but also for your growing pains.

Practical help

I know what it's like to feel guilty about not spending time with the Lord. And I also know what it's like to be dissatisfied and become short with my people.

Every mom seeks the elusive Golden Key to Balance.  Daily, inner battles wage as we second-guess discipline, housework, and meal selections.  We juggle careers, interpersonal relationships, and self-care.  The frequent question, “How to get it all done?” lurks in the back of our minds.

In our quest for balance, we often lose sight of God’s perspective. 

​Jesus’ words to frazzled Martha apply to the modern-day wife and mother:
“Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary.  Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.”(Luke 10:41, ESV)

But what if you could spend just 5, 10, or 15 minutes a day, developing responses for when your day goes south?

What if you could deepen your walk with Christ while taming your frustration levels?

Dear young mama, YOU CAN! And it's not hard.

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Unless you're literally married to Jesus, which you aren't, it's happened. You're husband has made mistakes. Mine too. Sometimes you disagree. You think he's making the wrong choice.
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I'm not talking about choosing the wrong restaurant. What's a gal to do when the hubby says,

"We're moving."

"Our family needs this." or

"I'm quitting this job."?

​​You know, those big ones. Even something small can seem huge when our emotions are tied to the issue. My husband Nic and I have run into some tough ones. Deciding whether or not to move across the county or across the world, drastic job changes, purchasing homes and changing our entire lifestyle.

Other women I love have struggled too. They've wondered whether their husbands were running them into debt, keeping them safe or even just trying to drive them crazy!!
So what is a girl to do? Well, we can gently and lovingly share our concerns. But what about when his mind is set?

I have to tell myself one word; a name actually. Sarah.

Sarah was there. She experienced this. Her husband gathered up their whole family and left home with no plan, wandered around the desert listening for direction from God and even gave the fertile land away. Then, when their travels lead them through foreign kingdoms, he was afraid the rulers would want his wife. He instructed her to say she was his sister.

Guess what?! He was right! They did want her! She must have been a good looking lady!
So what?! Maybe you're thinking, "Right or wrong she would have had to obey back in those days!"

But here's the thing. She is the one the New Testament tells us to be like. She obeyed her own husband. And do you know what happened? God took care of her.

God took care of Sarah. And He's taking care of you.

​Let me ask you this. Say your husband is making a decision you think is a poor choice. What mistake is too big for God's grace to cover?

When God gave man a wife, he made it clear that we as women are beautiful, valuable people in their lives. We have characteristics that are helpful to our husbands, including wisdom. But we are also not their Holy Spirit.

It's so difficult when we're in the situation, but it's not our job to make sure he does the right thing. It is our job to make sure that we do the right thing.

You see, when we fix our eyes on Christ (He's got ya covered!) and press on in faith, it gives us more hope - not less! We can walk through life, not necessarily with ease, but with confident peace. (Romans 5:1-5)

So the next time you're pulling your hair out wondering, "What's a girl to do?"

Sarah.
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Trust that God's grace is big enough and go stand by that hubby of yours! With confidence, not in him, but in Christ; you can be the loving (& respectful) lady he needs!

Elli
Harda Farm

Hey friends! Today I get to introduce you to another wonderful friend of mine and a great blogger with a heart after truth! I met Elli at my daughter's ballet class and immediately knew we could be good friends. Then we discovered we both love to write and that was that. She has become an inspiration to me, and I always look forward to talking with her and another dear Mommy friend while we wait on our girls at dance.

When we brought baby sister home, Elli offered to write a guest post for me while our family works on adjusting to all the changes a baby brings. So, without further ado, meet Elli.

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