Today I’m going to share my book notes from Divine Mercy for Moms. I really enjoyed this book, especially since we are in the Year of Mercy. I especially loved how the authors gave concrete examples of how mommas can live mercifully while staying true to their vocation–it’s not either or.
I see you for what you really are and I will treat you as you deserve to be treated. Your motives, ideas, suggestions and ways of life are from the pit of hell. You take your orders from the Prince of Darkness with the sole intention of luring souls into anger, confusion, despair, depression, isolation, fear, and compromise. Your motto is the old familiar saying, “Misery loves company.” But, greater is He that is in me, than you who are in the world. See, I’m not playing around. I know this is a war on my family…for my family.
In this post I share about our Catholic Homeschooling; why we homeschool, what we hope to teach and how it looks and works in our home.
Let me get this out there right off…I do not want to wait for the Lord. I know, you probably thought this would be an inspiring Bible quotes post about waiting for the Lord…hopefully we’ll get to the inspiring part right? It’s not that I mind waiting, I am a mother of seven…waiting is just something I do. From the moment I wait for the little pink lines to confirm a pregnancy, I begin the process of waiting.
Ouch Holy Spirit Kapow! Convicted over how I spoke to a telemarketer–Good one. “It was one of those days.” One of those days where my heart needed some firm redirection. One of those days where my attitude was getting “a little big for its britches” as my grandma used to say. One of those days where His new mercies were obviously poured out on me as I spent time with Him in the scriptures. He used that time to teach, correct and train. (2 Timothy 3:16)
A meditation from the Daily Advent Devotional for Women–Day 22…When we crawl in bed at night, what’s the mathematical equation to find the area between us and our husband? Him hanging off the right side plus us hanging off the left equals a span of separation not only physical, but emotional, and spiritual as well. What would happen if we just reached out yonder, across crumpled sheets and through flannel pajamas and touched his arm as we fell asleep? Would that be the first step to help fill that void?