It’s a cold, icy day here in Travelers Rest and my two boys are outside enjoying the ice as it gathers on the trampoline. As I sat and watched them play I thought “am I crazy for letting them play in this ice” then I thought maybe just letting them be was just what they needed. They are bundled up and won’t catch cold any more than they would if it were snowing, so why I allow myself the Mom guilt for being unorthodox I don’t know. Just as our home is full of noise and laughter it is full of hopes and dreams. As a Mother, it is my heart’s desire to see my children reach high with their dreams and I hope to instill in them that with God anything is possible. Today it may be playing in the ice when others think we are a little crazy, tomorrow it may mean my son believing he can be a missionary in a foreign land. You see, as much as I love my children at this stage in life, I am not raising them to be children; I am raising them to be men and women to serve the Lord. Ever...
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