and daycare mama to ten more little ones.
My days are busy, my arms are full,
and my heart rejoices in Jesus.
A Broken Christmas
Many of us remember the Christmases of our childhood as being picture-perfect. I certainly do. I grew up in rural Wisconsin, and both my parents came from large farming families. Christmas Eve was spent with my dad's side on the Brooks farm, and Christmas Day with...
When monsters visit the daycare
Every year I update my CPR certification. I've never had to use it, but I nearly had a 4-year-old suffer a heart attack this week. (Not really, but you'll see what I mean in a minute.) For those of you new to my blog, let me explain my day job to you. I own a...
It was just a little rainbow
Do you have something special, something tangible, that God has given you to remind you of His promises to you? In the Old Testament, God often gave His people tangible reminders---stones of remembrance, fringes on their clothing, special furnishings in the...
The Gift I Never Wanted
Last week I received a gift--a precious gift, one that I will always treasure. But a gift that I never wanted. My parents made the trip from Wisconsin down to the Missouri Ozarks for a quick visit. On the day they arrived, I found a bag on my bed. Before I even...
