Life in General, Motherhood, Wifehood

Raising Little Children



And so train the young women to love their husbands and children,  to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be reviled. Titus 2:4-5 (ESV)

I remember from childhood how much I loved my mom being home and how hard it was for my sisters and I went she joined the working community. When I grew up and had my own children, being home was important to me. However, by this time, moms everywhere worked so being a stay-home mom was not as popular. I remember feeling very put on the spot when people would find out that’s what I did all day, every day. I got commendations for choosing that life, but I got judgement, too.

Over the years, I’ve had jobs here and there, but nothing ever lasted longer than 8-9 months. During that time, it would start to really be a burden not to be home caring for my youngsters, but paying someone else to do it. Of course, once this hit me, I had a few more children to contend with. At this point, my husband and I decided that it would be better for me to stay home. So, I did. For years, I’ve been a stay home mom and I’m okay with that. In fact, I would rather it be that way. My children not only need me to be home, but we want them to learn who we are and what we believe. Teaching them the importance of God and faith can’t be done by someone else. God has called me to be a wife and a mother; therefore, it is I who can best teach my little girls that role.

It is not up to me how other women raise their children, under what beliefs, or with what faith, but for me…..It’s important to my husband and I that I be my children’s teacher, of life and faith throughout the day. Honestly, house and home fell apart during each of my employed stints and it just wasn’t worth it. What they are learning during these precious childhood years will last through their life; therefore, teaching them the word of God is crucial to us.

Because, as everyone knows, with God anything is possible. Without him, nothing.

Life in General

Maps Do Me NO Good!

For some reason, I have a mental block in the part of my brain where map-reading skills should be found. These skills seemed to have skipped a generation or, at the very least, one particular child in my family. Me!

My map reading skills are slim to none. Oh, I can look at a map. I can identify towns on the map. However, I cannot read a map to get from one place to another. I just don’t have that knowledge. Actually, the whole direction thing just isn’t my strong suit. I have been told many times that I could get lost in a wet paper-sack. And it’s true!

Maps are not my friend.


So, if you ever need directions and you spot me, you better keep spotting because the only place I can get you is lost.

Many, many years ago I had a job at a truck stop. Some guy came to the counter and asked me for directions to the mall. Okay, I know where the mall is it. I even know how to get there if am driving, but giving directions. Uh-uh. It didn’t work. I really think I confused the poor guy. After he left, I stood there thinking about the directions I gave.

And then I had to laugh at myself and consequently, this poor man, because I was so screwed up on my location that the directions I gave were probably still a good 2 miles from the mall. To top it off, that’s even if I got him into the same area of the mall.

Sadly, I have to say that my inner compass tells me North is to the sky, South is to the ground, and West or East are to my left or right.

My advice:

Never, ever, ask me for directions if you want to reach your destination.

However, if you enjoy driving

and driving

and driving even more

completely aimless, then I’m your gal 😉

By the way, I asked my husband what pops into his mind when I say the words: me, map.

His response,”You’re lost!”

I giggled….Darn right, I’m lost!