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All in Family Management
Do you have a babysitter you adore? This is the letter you've always wanted to write- an ode of thanks and a way of saying "I see you" to the teenagers we entrust with our greatest gifts.
Is your family practicing hospitality? Your home can be a place where others experience the love of God and the truth of the gospel. So what's stopping you?
Moms, when we are exhausted, our inspiration can run dry, and we often feel feeble in our attempts to create our homes, to love, and to celebrate. But even in those moments, especially in those moments, God's voice cuts through and leads us and blesses our children more than we could ever imagine.
As we gathered around tables set with gold, blue, and green chargers topped with china; iced water poured into crystal, flowers brimming over vases, we also noticed several lovely, mismatched little pitchers scattered amongst the setting. Some were plain creamware, others cut-glass, some painted with dainty flowers, others edged in gold. Joining us at the table set in her kitchen area, Sally Clarkson picked one up and reflected, “We wanted you to take with you a reminder of your need to be filled, as you constantly pour out to your families at home.”
“Mommy, come. I’ve found this path and there are so many flowers.”
It’s morning, and our second day camping in Jasper, Alberta, our favorite place on earth with its mountain peaks—like a father’s hands cupped, shielding this sacred hollow of water and spruce from the rest of the world.
I leave my coffee and follow my oldest son to the path he’s found and he points out the daisies, the bluebells, the buttercups.
I can see it so clearly in my oldest daughter—that constant yearning and wanting and always needing something more. No sooner does she get what she wants than she is on to the next thing, constantly pining for something else that is just out of reach. Sometimes it feels like she is incapable of just enjoying the moment she is in, of appreciating what she has instead of worrying about what she is missing out on. Her insatiable need for more scares me sometimes.
And yet.
