Encouragement to Fast for Your Kids

Are You

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Howdy Strong Mamas!

I do not know a single, Christian mama who does not yearn for her children to live a life devoted to Christ.  To raise kids who are successful adults, and who are grateful, brave, gentle, wise and slayers of sin in their lives and the lives of others.  Often we pray, talk to our children, teach them about the Word of God and the ways of the world. We warn, love, care and discipline.  We do this because our deepest desire is that our children would live lives of passionate faith and be successful adults.  As mamas, we know in our hearts that if our children had a need we would go through hell and high water to meet it. We would seek out any resource so that we could care for our babies.

But are we doing that spiritually?

One of the greatest weapons I believe many mothers overlook is the weapon of fasting.  I know many mothers who have never fasted for their children.

This is a mistake.  But one that is easily remedied! Continue reading


I Call You


And now I call you lover because I can be naked and vulnerable with you and I can trust you to hold my heart in yours.  To never leave.  To never forget to love me or that I am the apple of your eye.

I call you friend because I can talk to you at 3 in the morning after complaining to you all day and you still listen.  You have never once turned me away.  You sit and have coffee with me in the morning and give me the BEST advice, and rejoice in my bargain shopping and marvel at my shoes…

And we giggle together, my friend and I!

I call you brother, long lost, because you stick up for me now when the bullies of my life come into my head and try to take my spiritual lunch money.  You tell them to leave me alone, you help me up, dust me off and carry my backpack as you walk me home.

I call you God, because You wrote the sunrise just for me and told me so.  You told me the trees are worshipping You when they rustle and I should too…

Because only You have the breath of life in You.

Jesus, there ain’t nobody nowhere like You.

I call you Master and swear my allegiance to You.

You have so loved me, so cared, so wooed me for my useless love, my small life…

You are the only person in the world who pays trillions for dirty rags

And considers the rags the more valuable trade…

Because You know that filthy rags plus Your powerful love results in a redemption so miraculous it has turned the world on her backside.

I call You all these things,

But there is one word out of the entire English language that is my favorite thing to call You.

Out of all the words hidden in the great expanse of time that people

Have plucked out and tacked onto You…

I do have a favorite…

I like to call You





MISSED (a poem for my father)

This one is for all my Strong Mamas who struggle with fatherlessness.  I wrote this a little while ago as I was processing my relationship with my dad and the incredible absence that defines his role in my life.  You are reading a piece of my heart: raw, hurt and searching for answers.  Please don’t judge my dad-I know he did the best he could with what he had… though I still don’t understand his choices and totally hold him accountable.  It became easier to accept him as he was when I realized my Heavenly Father was yearning to be everything to me my earthly father either would not or could not be.  God has been a great Father to me. And if you are craving the love of your father I pray you will come to know that God is more than capable of filling that void.

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I often wonder how I will feel

When you die

Will I weep?

Will I laugh?

Will I miss you?

Or will I just step away and take a




out the window

and think of what could have been…

What could have been if you had chosen me,

Wanted to sustain your presence,

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