Our little one woke up almost as soon as I was ready to get outside.
Those purple flowers open each morning then close in the evening. Do you know what they’re called?The ‘mountain cat’ welcomed us the previous night and greeted us in the morning. Kitty lingered until we checked out.We were a bit early for breakfast.
When our little one was told that lumpiang shanghai (spring rolls) weren’t available, the threenager replied, “No problem.” The restaurant manager smiled.
The breakfast didn’t sit well with our little guy’s tummy but that didn’t stop us from having a great day still!
We explored the Pueblo del Amor field and gathered dried leaves for our online playgroup that Thursday.
Mt. Malarayat paints a picturesque venue for team building or family outdoor exercises.Makahiya or Touch Me Not plant. Various studies show these are medicinal.They have a barn!Tractor driver pretend play.The day’s canvas.
Nature has a way of inspiring us to be a better version of ourselves. It invites one to slow down and reflect on the things that really matter.
Pueblo del Amor not only inspired and recharged me; it reminded me of the kind of adventures I’d like our family to have. I’d surely love to go back.
Your life without a computer: what does it look like?
Art comes in various forms.
I am not an expert on art, I am not an expert on anything except my own life.
With its many twists and turns, life they say imitates art but in reality, art imitates life.
The greatest Artist I know is an expert on sunsets and sunrises.
His canvas? The whole of creation.
And that includes you and me.
Have you ever considered yourself a canvas? If you haven’t until today, this is something true about you: you are God’s masterpiece.
Yes, you are.
Before you were even a tiny dot in your mother’s womb, He already knew you.
He has determined the dates of your birth and death and where you’ll live.
He knows exactly how many strands of hair are on your head. He doesn’t mind what style or color you flaunt it with, or if you shed it all. He loves you.
He created you and I to create.
And to create, I must.
I build as I become.
I write even when He’s already written all there is I need to learn.
Without AI or a computer, perhaps my life would be much slower. Quieter.
I wouldn’t be able to go a million miles beyond the confines of my home and perhaps some nearby beaches.
I’ll be practicing more of calligraphy and my native alphabet.
I’ll probably have more time cultivating a garden or perusing books, smelling its pages, each turn like music to my ears while my mind watches the text come alive.
Perhaps I’ll be at the shoreline each day and never miss a single sunrise and sunset for the rest of my days.
I canpaint alone or let the Master paint on me. Let Him color me with His love.
And as He colors me, I will become colorblind to mankind’s differences and marvel at theone thing that connects us all.
It isn’t a rainbow. It isn’t a microchip. It isn’t a digital imprint.
It’s the blood He shed thousands of years ago, for you and I, and even for those who are yet to be born.
Some people brought their small children to Jesus so he could touch them. But his followers told the people to stop bringing their children to him.
When Jesus saw this, he was displeased. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me. Don’t stop them. The kingdom of God belongs to people who are like these little children. I tell you the truth. You must accept the kingdom of God as a little child accepts things, or you will never enter it.” Then Jesus took the children in his arms. He put his hands on them and blessed them.
Note to self. God hasn’t called you to keep looking over your shoulder and see how other parents or experts are raising their kids.
While it helps to listen and glean from the wisdom of those who have “been there, done that” with exemplary results, God’s purpose for your children – and your family – is as unique as your fingerprints.
Raise your son not as a mini version of you – he isn’t, he shouldn’t be – but as God has designed him to be.
Children don’t come with operating manuals because they’re not supposed to be mechanical.
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Children don’t come with operating manuals because they’re not supposed to be mechanical.
Bring your son to Jesus, not just Sunday School! Pray for him, for yourself, for your family.
Pray WITH him. Oh, let him pray un-memorized prayers, prayers from his heart! Let him exercise his faith muscles.
Let him see in your life how real God is, that His love is tangible, His love comes softly, His love is gentle.
Let him experience God’s undivided attention, His listening heart, His compassion, His courage.
Let him know that God is saddened and angered by sin, that He disciplines those who are His and that the freedom He gives frees you to be good people, to do good deeds, not wayward ones.
Discipline. Disciple. Do you see it?
Whether you’re happily married or a solo parent, if you are in Christ, the Holy Spirit IS your partner in parenting. You are not alone!
Protect your children, by all means, protect them from the ways of the world and trends that bend the truth!
“Jesus IS the Way, the Truth and the Life,” is more than just a memory verse. It is foundational – for you, your children, grandchildren andgreat grandchildren.
Rest in the Truth that, indeed, you and your children are not your own. You belong to Jesus. Bring your kids to Jesus!
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