A New Year. . . 365 days. . . a new start, a fresh page, a clean slate. We have all heard the many clichés about the new year ahead. They bring a sense of hope, endless possibilities, and growth. The feeling of potential accomplishments and true change surround us. We begin to embrace the positive outlook that is portrayed. ​

Lights, tinsel, carols, hot chocolate, and eleven faces eagerly awaiting what they will receive. What an amazing and magically time filled with family and memories. Only a God of love and compassion would turn His ultimate sacrifice into a day of gifts for all mankind. Christ, the greatest gift, is still giving today!

​That being said, materialism and the hunt for the latest and greatest has tarnished, as it always will, the heart of this season. The fight to keep the focus both Christ-centered and ordered with moderation has all of us going against the flow of society.

Empty. Her cupboard was completely bare. She was desperate. The debt collectors were at the door. The payment required was her two sons. They were going to be taken from her to serve as slaves. She had already lost her husband, and was still grieving. Where was she going to turn? Who held the answer? Who could truly help?

​Elisha was her best option. He was a prophet who knew her husband and she knew he served the One who could truly bring relief and help to this dire circumstance. She rushes to his presence and pleads her case. 

Random Thoughts from a Tired Momma:

• How many nights can you serve cereal for supper?
• The best trend ever is mix matched socks.
• I wonder what the world record is for the tallest pile of laundry, and if I am in the running?
• When is someone going to invent a bed that makes itself?
• Could I eat Krispy Kreme doughnuts in my closet without anyone finding me?
• How many days is dry shampoo good for?

Living with teenagers comes with a certain level of scrutiny that I never expected. Teens have an internal barometer for sorting out the genuine from the fraud. From peers to authority figures, they are all passed through the same gauge. “Are they all they say they are? Are they legit?“

Because my house is currently heavy on the teen side, and will be for many years, the desire to pass their smell test has put me on a quest to answer this question, “What does REAL look like to a teenager?” This acrostic has been born out of months of prayer, surrender, and repentance. I fail, and fail again, but having a target has guided me to a new way of walking in my daily life.

“Mom, I am tired of being made fun of for taking a stand.”

​If I had a dollar for every time I have had this conversation with my kids, I would have a small fortune. The pressure to be like the crowd, or to not make waves can be a heavy burden for tweens and teens. Helping them navigate the feeling of loneliness and fear of man has always been a challenge for this momma’s heart.

It is hard to watch your children struggle, or even be left out. In the long run, choosing to be different for God’s glory, will bring peace and joy. It is just hard to see through the immediate circumstance. 

Just a few weeks ago, I found myself in this conversation with my fourteen year old daughter. She had made a media choice that was not one we approved of. 

Eleven children? You have eleven children?

If I had a dollar for every time someone responds with shock and awe and a certain amount of you are a crazy person in their facial expression, I would easily be a millionaire.

But, of course that is not a reality, and I am no millionaire. Often this question will follow behind the first, How do you afford your family? The answer I always give is, We don’t, God funds it.

Through the course of our almost 25 years of marriage, my husband and I have seen God provide on countless occasions, in various ways, and with impeccable timing. Each provision has also been accompanied with a greater amount of trust and faith. Those nick of time answers to our prayers allow for our next steps of obedience to become steady and confident. ​