Wind Blown Weeds or Deep Rooted Trees
October 21, 2024 by Sharon Autry
Filed under Daily Devotions, Family
By Sharon Autry
My kids and I have been working behind our house clearing a new walking path in the woods. In the process, we’ve pulled, clipped, and chopped our way through the itchy overgrowth. As we worked, I noticed two kinds of plants. Some of the growth is grass. You can tell because when you pull, it comes right up. The other takes more than a pull. We have to get the clippers and cut them down leaving the roots in the ground. These baby trees are surprisingly strong.
Longing For Tomorrow
October 10, 2024 by Laurie Hilliard
Filed under Daily Devotions, Family
“I can’t wait till this weekend,” I heard myself telling my friend. “My husband and I are finally going on a date. And boy, do I need it!” The problem was it was only Monday. I had to make it through a whole week until the much-needed break would arrive.
How would I survive the week? Would my children hear me wish for the weekend every time they spilled their juice, argued with each other, or came crying that they were “hurt” again? I was so focused on the upcoming weekend to bring contentment and happiness that I found myself being very discontent with the happenings of the current day. I was impatient, distracted, and irritable.
Get Busy Resting
Sitting is a rare occurrence for moms. It seems there’s always a mess to clean up, dishes to wash, dinner to cook, laundry to wash, dry, fold, iron, put away…and never mind any responsibilities outside the home! Moms get little time to rest, but we’re supposed to. We know it. Bewildered by the absurdity of when and how to rest, we keep toiling, striving, trying to get it all done—only to find that it never ends.
Tour Bus Perspective
Perspective. It’s all in the way you look at something. In most of life’s circumstances we have the choice to look at something negatively or positively. Sort of like the glass half full/half empty train of thought.
Devoted
The house was large enough—and the marriage cold enough—that the husband and wife could claim the same address but barely toss each other an occasional glance.
Both were devoted to their jobs, working long hours, doing more than expected. Both devoted themselves to their children. Interviewers captured sound bytes that repeated, “It’s all about the children. Everything I do is for the children.” The unspoken sound byte? “It’s none about the marriage. Nothing I do is for the marriage.”
