One Word At A Time: Remember

By MAD21

For our bi-weekly post on One Word At A Time, the group decided on: Remember. I know, for me, this is actually something that's very important. I admit, sometimes to the point of obsession. I'm not sure why, but for some reason I am actually afraid of forgetting.

This is something that became very apparent to me when I became a mommy. I so thoroughly enjoyed being a mom with young little babies. Yes, there were some very hard times and lots of crying on my own part. But really, I loved celebrating all the firsts, no matter how small and unimportant the firsts were to others.

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One Word At A Time: Trust

By MAD21

Peter's One Word at a Time blog carnival on Obedience was so successful a few weeks ago, we all decided we'd like to make it a regular thing. So, every other week, we will choose a word to write about and link back to Bridget's blog (since doing One Word at a Time is her "thing"). This week, we bring you:

I asked my family: "What does Trust mean to you?"

Youngest daughter (3.5): (Long pause... shoulder shrugg) "I don't know, Mommy. What is it?"

Oldest daughter (5.5): "Doing something God asks you to. And keeping your promises, too."

Hubby: "The ability to know someone will do something when they say they will."

Me: "That someone or something will do what they are supposed to do, or what was promised. That someone is telling the truth."

The dictionary defines trust as: "Reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing; confidence." So. To trust someone or something, one must have confidence in the one you are trusting. Is trust something that comes naturally, or is it something that is earned, or ...learned?

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Checking For Bombs

By Peter (Rediscovering the Church)

My father once worked in an office which shared a parking lot with an army recruitment office. This was in England, back in the 1980's and, back then, England was going through a rough period where we had frequent terrorist threats and attacks.

Every now and then there would be a credible threat against all military offices and bases and the army guys would come by my Dad's office and nicely tell him that he should check under his car for bombs before going home.

It was all very exciting, but no bombs were ever found. We lived in a far too insignificant town for terrorists to come around our way. The threat was still real though, and the checks were necessary.

As I was reminiscing about those 'good old days' recently I started to really think about how important it is for us to check for hidden bombs. I'm not talking about C4, high explosive devices that will make your car jump three feet in the air like in a movie but rather hidden bombs in that threaten to destroy your life and your relationships.

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You Know You Have A Big Family When...

By Megan (Steps for Brady)

1. Your lineup of plates at dinner time resembles what you remember your elementary cafeteria counter looking like.

2. Your recycling bin fills up by mid week because your kids eat a jar of applesauce during one meal.

3. Sorry mom, you can't ride with us, we don't have any empty seats in the van.

4. After looking at the pile of socks you are buying, the check out lady at Target asks you if you are a teacher doing some sort of art project with your class.

5. Hmmmm...where to put the baby's Christmas stocking on the mantel...things are getting tight up there!

6. You start to consider all the benefits of buying a conversion van.

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One Word At A Time: Obedience

By MAD21

Every couple of days, my friend and fellow blogger Bridget Chumbley chooses a word and writes about it. Last week, a bunch of us on Twitter decided that we would all write on one topic this week and then do a blog carnival over at our friend Peter’s blog. So when we were all talking about what to write on, I opened my big mouth and suggested obedience. We’ve been having some issues with it in our home, and for some reason, the word just popped out of my head and through my fingers and I typed it without thinking first. It was, of course, the topic everyone chose. So, here goes nothing…

I asked my family: “What does it mean to be obedient?”

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