The Weight of the Choices that We Make

the weight of the choices we make

Caleb drew it. We all colored it. This is a tradition that we enjoy.

Wow! What an election year, eh? Alan got to be in Washington, D.C. for election night, but it was not just me and the boys here. Nana came over too! We had an “election party”, which is basically where we feed the boys Oreos and let them fill out the electoral map with red and blue markers as the results come in. Of course, most of it had to wait until the morning.

I always stay up as late as I possibly can to watch the results. I only made it until midnight this year. Parenting takes it out of you. Doesn’t it?

The whole election thing got me thinking about choices.

Choices, choices, choices.

They are constant aren’t they? So many decisions all the time. Some of them harder than others. We’ve all made our presidential choice. Check. Phew! Done. But there are so many choices left to make.

Today I had several messages on my phone to answer. I had house cleaning that I’ve been neglecting (as usual, because bleh–house cleaning). I had this absurd need to watch news anchors discuss the election with the experts. Then there was John David, wanting to be taken outside. I had a blog that needed updating. And I have growing boys that need me. Every minute that I spend doing or not doing anything is a choice that I make that says something about my priorities.

I try to always start my day out with God’s Word and prayer because when you put first things first, everything else should fall into place.

“Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.”   Matthew 6:33

I loved this quote from Beth Moore:

“You may have many different things that you want to do, but they may not have anything to do with what you want your life to be about.”

I wrote it down and stuck it to my wall. I need that reminder. Am I trying to do every little good thing and ending up stressed? We can’t do ALL the things. We have to do some picking and choosing somewhere.

OR am I carefully choosing to focus on what it is I want my life to be about?

Just a little food for thought on this sleep-deprived-post-election day. What is your mission in life? That is the most important question here.

I want mine to be about serving the Lord. I want to walk in peace with Him, serving him by serving others through the ministries that He has given me. I want my boys to feel cherished and to know what is important. I want my husband to have a wife that builds him up and is a trustworthy companion. I want my blog to be a gospel-sharing ministry that brings joy. I want to live a life that is in line with God’s plan for me.

How about you? What do you want your life to be about? What things do you say ‘no’ to in order to focus on your mission?




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Happy Veteran’s Day! Hope you all get a day off!

The Sweet Prayers of Children


  One of the sweetest things that I hear the boys do every night is say their bedtime prayers.  Sometimes, sure, they fly through them half-heartedly, just as I do.  Other times, they pray like they REALLY mean it.  I took a moment the other night to write down the prayers of all three of them.

I’m going to want to remember this when they’re grown!!!

couch potatoes

the boys, enjoying couch time in the morning with Daddy

First, I prayed with Daniel, and he prays in a super, super soft and quiet voice.  Plus he’s two, so I only caught most of what he said, but it went something like this:


“Dear Lord, Thank you my bear.  Mommy.  Caleb and planes.  My daddy go store and mommy read her Bible and Nana.  brothers.  Caleb.  DaddyO.  my daddy.  Brothers.  Amen.”

caleb's dominoes


“I don’t want to pray!”

Me:  “Caleb, are you giving the devil a foot hold?”  (Judge all you want.  I got this idea from a friend of mine. It’s valid, and it works–really fast.)

Caleb: “Okay!  I’ll pray!!!!!  Thank you for everything we did today.  I wish I had a fish by now.  Amen.”



“God, I love you.  Thank you for my family.  I hope there will be no school tomorrow because there’s going to be so much snow, which is so exciting.  Amen.”

I think Joshua is the last person in America that still gets excited about snow this winter, but his prayers were answered.  No school on Monday and delayed start on Tuesday.

“But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.”  Matthew 19:14

I’ve noticed a lot lately that when I remind my children about how their decisions can have spiritual implications, I see immediate results.  I’m hoping this will place in their hearts a desire to make choices that please God, not just please their parents.  I’ve struggled with that always.  I always wanted to make my parents happy, but the fact is that pleasing people–even your parents–is not the highest calling.

What I mean is that I want my children to have a strong inner moral compass, one that leads them to make godly decisions, whether we like it or not.  They may want to do work in a foreign land, and I may hate that because I would miss them, but I’d rather they choose that dream that God has placed in their heart, than just doing what “mom wants.”

One more darling little story, that took me by surprise, from this morning:  I woke up this morning to Joshua, Caleb, and Daniel dashing into my room.  Joshua and Caleb proclaimed, “Daniel wants to ask Jesus into his heart!!  He does!”

Oh, the sweetness.  Of course, Daniel would say yes to about anything in the world that they ask him to do, but we told them it was so great that they shared Jesus with their brother.

And one rabbit trail I MUST address:


Just imagine how much all Christians could accomplish if we came together, stopped arguing about things that do not matter that keep us apart, and combined our energy to actually serve God and help people.

What if we stopped arguing about whether or not we are predestined, who wrote the best Bible version, and whose definition of communion is the right one and instead worked together?  When you boil out all that stuff, the heart of the matter is still ONE thing.  There’s just ONE thing that makes an eternal difference in whether or not we are “Christians”.  One.


You either believe in what Jesus did, or you don’t.  He was right, or he was wrong.  All of Christianity hinges on that one little thing, so why have we allowed forces of evil to splinter us?

“Don’t have anything to do with foolish and stupid arguments, because you know they produce quarrels.

And the Lord’s servant must not quarrel; instead, he must be kind to everyone, able to teach, not resentful.

Those who oppose him he must gently instruct, in the hope that God will grant them repentance leading them to a knowledge of the truth.”  2 Timothy 2:23-25

If only.