How to Find God’s Purpose in Your Disappointment

crossA few days after my college-age son relapsed with childhood cancer, I was cooking his favorite dinner and the realization that we were about to go into our second three-year battle for his life slammed me particularly hard. Alek, my middles son, walked into the kitchen, and I asked him to pray for his brother and our family.

My then sixteen-year-old’s reply? “Sure, Mom. I’ll do it for you. But I’m not really riding the God train right now.”

“Not riding the God train?” I stopped chopping vegetables and looked up at him.

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The Two Sides of Pride

prideEver feel like you fall short of the mark? Miss your best moments? Never make the cut. Always come in last?

Feel free to substitute any other heart-hollowing cliché for the few above. They all mean the same thing—You’re not good enough. And maybe you never will be.

I grew up in a time when parents were told to shower children with a stream of self-esteem, pep-talk pat-on-the-backs.

Be all you can be. You can do anything you put your mind to. Hard work equals success. If you do the right thing, everything will work out.

But what happens when all you can be isn’t enough or your mind reaches farther than reality or your hard work only leaves you running in place while your right choices lead to chaos and dead ends? READ THE REST AT KATHYIDE.COM (I’m hanging out there today)

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7 Ways to Survive Sending Your Child Off to College

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Saying Goodbye Freshman Year

If you hang around church long enough, you’ll hear people say children are a blessing from the Lord.

The Lord agrees. “Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth” (Psalm 127:3-4 NIV).

While I don’t disagree, the term blessing doesn’t quite cover the emotional wreckage that comes with being a parent. Raising children might be the most difficult, heart-wrenching, joyful, and rewarding journey I’ll ever take.

When my kids were small and needy, I fantasized about sleeping past sunrise and taking long showers. As they got a little older, I wished for quiet, unmessy meals. Fast forward another few years and my daydreams veered more toward visions of not constantly tripping over scattered clutter and shoes.  READ THE REST AT CROSSWALK.COM.

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