All posts tagged: Motherhood

So what if the most extraordinary thing I do for my children -- bio and adopted -- is to provide them normalcy? #ordinaryisextraordinary

Hello, Normalcy. It’s Me, Ordinary Mom.

Yesterday afternoon, I did a very Texan Mom thing. I ran errands all morning, dropping off lunches at forgetful teen’s job and packing the minivan with sale items from Aldis and driving across the metroplex to pick up symphony music and getting a library card at yet another library because we can never, never, ever have enough libraries with enough books. But the Texas Mom thing grew as the full morning gave way to an empty belly. Driving down the country highway in my “sports minivan,” (the awesome Honda Odyssey with all the windows down), past acre after acre of ranches and cattle farms, I could only think of one thing: Grass-Fed Burgers. Pulling into the gravel driveway, I left the sports minivan to air out a bit while my young son and teenaged daughter crunched through the dusty path beside me to the food truck. Grins wide with hopeful expectation, we fished out a cool drink and bag of chips from the bright buckets and staked our claim on a shady picnic table overlooking the …

Would Jesus shop at Target?

Would Jesus Shop at Target?

This past week, I’ve come to realize that we, my friends, have a glorious chance to be Rocking Ordinary by how we respond publicly and privately to current events. Changing the world — highlighting audacious, extraordinary grace — is what we are all about, and there’s no time like the present to walk out Christ-like attitudes before our family, our friends, and our community.

Am I quenching the Holy Spirit's work in my life, or in my children?

Don’t Pour Cold Water on the Flame

Last Sunday, our pastor preached on 1 Thessalonians 5:12-24:  Do not quench the Spirit. — 1 Thess. 5:19 He explained that to quench is here the same as we imagine water quenching. Water quenches our thirst, stifles an activity, even extinguishes a fire.  Sitting in my pew, I began to imagine a roaring fire. All around me, buckets of water overflowed with power, ready to dampen, cool, put out the flames. I shivered in apprehension. But what if that fire isn’t something dangerous, but rather something good, holy, right, and exciting? Maybe the fire in my heart is … a burden for souls, a guilt over bad habits, a compulsion to prayer, a longing for children, a calling to reach out in faith. That’s the Holy Spirit of God’s work in my life, a fire He starts with a purpose. But at my feet are buckets of laziness, or selfishness, or materialism, or mindless entertainment, or irresponsibility. How easy to splash those on the flames, to intentionally or unintentionally squash the warmth of God’s working in my heart. Then with a start, I realized I was sitting in a pew, …