Monday, February 16

When Being a Mom is Hard

Have you ever felt like a failure as a mom because you got a not-so-great call from the principal’s office? Me too.

On the flip side, have you ever felt like the greatest mom ever because your child got some special recognition? Me too.

We moms should never build the stability of our identity on the fragility of our kid’s choices.

I need to let this crucial truth sink in. I’m posting about this today if for no other reason, sweet sister, than the fact I need this message. So, forgive me if the blog on this Monday preaches a message only to myself.

I’ve got five amazing kids. I really do. They are wildly funny, imaginative, moody, opinionated, strong, weak, happy, sad, good and sometimes not-so-good. In other words they’re pretty normal. And while I’ve done everything in my power to raise them to turn out amazingly awesome – and they very well might turn out amazingly awesome – there aren’t any guarantees.

Sometimes bad parents raise terrific kids.

And sometimes terrific parents raise kids that chase bad things their whole life.

So, what’s a mama to do?

Embrace the process. Learn from the process. Let God speak to us during the process. And see the process of raising kids as an ongoing opportunity to invest beyond ourselves.

We get to love our kids like crazy. Pray for them faithfully. Talk to them regularly. Listen to them tenderly. Model honesty and integrity. And point them to Jesus at every turn.

We get to do all that.

And tucked within these privileges is the reward. As long as I look for the reward within the process, I won’t misplace my expectations. I have to rest in the assurance that God sees everything I invest in these kids.

And He will use every step of this process for good. The process will be good for me. And this process will good for my kids. It will be good. But this process won’t always make me feel good or look good.

If I always expect my kids to make me feel good or look good, I am setting us all up for failure. My kids were never meant to carry the weight of a mama’s need for validation. I can’t let their failures send me to bed. And I can’t wear their successes like mommy medals of honor.

Motherhood is tough you know?

It really is.

However, it’s also our only opportunity to reach into the generations to come and make a difference. So, an imperfect but wonderful difference I will make.

Connect with other moms who are determined to make a wonderful difference in their kids’ lives at the Hearts at Home Conference, March 13-14! I’m excited to be a keynote speaker along with my friends Dr. Gary Chapman and Ken Davis. It’s going to be a fun time with other mamas who understand our struggles.

Today, I’m giving away one VIP package to the conference with gifts for 2 people so you can bring a friend with you if you win! The package includes:

- 2 tickets for the Friday conference
- 2 tickets for Mom’s Night Out
- Free parking passes
- A gift basket from Hearts at Home
- 2 backstage passes (so we can hang out!)

To be entered to win, leave a comment below telling me who you’d bring with you and why.

To find out more information about the conference and to purchase your tickets, click here.

Wednesday, February 11

Grab One of the Last Spots to Israel!

Over the last couple of months, I’ve popped onto the blog a few times to tell you about the intensive study trip I’m leading to Israel this fall.

But, this just might be the last time I have any updates to report. Watch the video below to see what I mean…


(If you’re viewing this in an email, click here to watch the video.)

Register here to secure one of the LAST spots for the trip so you can experience the Bible like you’ve never experienced it before.

I hope to see you there!

Tuesday, February 10

3 Things I Wish I’d Known When I Was Single

I remember the hardest day of the week for me when I was single was Sunday. Specifically Sunday right after church.

Many of my other single friends would have plans with their families that day, but not me. My family lived 9 hours away.

So, I’d walk through the parking lot watching young moms ooh and ahh over Sunday school artwork and I’d think, “Their lives seem so blissfully full.”

I’d walk past an older couple holding hands and think, “They are so lucky to have such an easy, breezy life.”

I’d walk past a gal walking arm in arm with her boyfriend and think, “She is so fortunate to feel loved.”

And then I’d get in my car and decide happiness, fulfillment, and contentment were something to hope for in the future, when I found the life I desperately wanted.

Boy, do I wish I could go sit in that car beside my single self and tell her some life-giving truths I now know…

I’m sharing 3 of those truths over at (in)courage today. Click here to read more!