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by Lori Ann
Sometimes, on the hard days, I think to myself, “Come on baby, Mama has needs too, and who’s meeting them?” Then Jesus answers my heart, in the most loving and tender way possible, “I am, and if you’re seeking for someone else to meet your needs, you’re the one in the wrong – not her.” And I look at my darling baby, and have compassion for her neediness, and know that He’s right.
How do you cope on the hard, everyone-needs-you, no-one-gives-Mama-a-break days?
by Lori Ann
Ever wish you were a little kid again?
Last week, Tigger didn’t feel very good (diarrhea throughout the day and keeping us all up at night) and developed a cute after-nap habit to replace her usual one, which is standing up and walking over to her stuffed animals to play the moment she awakens. For three days while was sick though, she woke, called for me, pointed to her shelf of stuffed animals, and requested, “ng” (it means “want”). I handed her a stuffed animal.
She played with it for a few seconds, pointed back at the shelf, and another “ng”. Then repeated until she had all the stuffed animals. I thought it was so funny I had Baba take a picture the second day she did it (above). I even had a few meditations on the way she depended completely on me to provide for her that which she wanted, which helped me notice in my reading in John the next day that Jesus fed the five thousand “as much as they wanted” (not just “needed”; from chapter 6).
I often wish I were — or at least acted more like — a little kid again. With a child’s trust, problem solutions, and complete dependence on Mama and Baba to make everything better. And to bury all yucky feelings in a pile of soft cuddly animal friends!
In the United States right now, as well as other places around the world, the issue of whether to allow children a belief in the big guy is quite controversial. Parents who encourage such a belief are labled “liars,” accused of ignoring the true meaning of Christmas, of raising selfish and misguided children. Parents who teach their kids that Santa isn’t real are accused of taking the magic out of Chrsitmas, of selfishly wanting all the glory for themselves, of depriving their kids of a childhood. Read the rest of this entry »
by Lori Ann
Our family does not “do” Santa.
That’s kind of a strange phrase, and I know it means different things to different people, but here’s my take on the truth about Santa: he was (probably) a real person, and he followed Jesus (we think), but he is no longer alive on earth, and so he does not pass out gifts today.