With all that's been going on in Boston this week, it's impossible to hide things from my kids. Would I want to? No. Especially in light of what it has showed me about my children.
Earlier today I asked them, "What kind of person would do this?"
Their response: "I don't know."
My next question: "Do you think they believe in Jesus?"
Their response: "No."
Me: "Why not?"
Their response: "Because Jesus said not to hurt others. To love them."
Tonight, as I was putting my daughter to bed, we prayed like we always do, and one of the last things I prayed for was the safety of the police and that the suspect would be caught.
Then she tells me, "I hope they catch him and put in him prison instead of kill him, because then he can have a chance to know Jesus." I am so proud of her for saying that.
How many adults would say the same thing? Many want justice and not mercy. But I firmly believe Jesus would be proud of my child's reaction too.
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Friday, April 19, 2013
Love and Compassion Taught by a Child
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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Yep, I'm THAT Mom
At least I'm sure that's what the nurse at my kids new pediatrician is thinking right now. You see, I've called their office 3 times today trying to find out test results for a sample taken yesterday around lunch.
They would be too if they were dealing with the circumstances that I am right now.
This is one Mom who is happy to be known as the pest.
They would be too if they were dealing with the circumstances that I am right now.
- I KNOW my daughter has an infection (she's had 4 of them in the last 6 months so I know the signs).
- We are leaving town soon and I want her to be on the antibiotics for a while before we go.
- My daughter is experiencing excruciating pain and watching her go through that makes me want to cry. Her screaming from the pain was so bad today at the store that an employee checked on us to make sure we were ok. (I think she was making sure I wasn't beating my child, but I can appreciate that.)
This is one Mom who is happy to be known as the pest.
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