Releasing in February of 2018; Brave Moms, Brave Kids is a much needed addition to the world of Christian readers. It is groundbreaking in this day and age, and, while many of us can relate to the fear of the world that drives our decisions as moms, this book will serve as the gold standard for how to trust our Heavenly Father through motherhood. Perhaps, though, you have never actually considered yourself brave. Or, perhaps you have to be brave in the face of circumstances but you feel weak and scared.
The first part is of Lee's book addresses how tired we are of being afraid. It's centered around how to build your faith in what God can do in a world that seems to be after our children's innocence, to help you grow (intellectually and spiritually) by seeing circumstances from a Biblical view, and to help make good decisions about why we so desperately need to hand it all over to the One who knows best. The second part of book is becoming a hero for your children. She walks you through her experiences that led her to begin to release fear and pick up the weapons God has given us. She shows us that we too can have the power to let go of fear and be brave. The third part of her book is how to teach our children to be brave. The lessons, through out, are truly timeless and universal
Lee gives practical tips and scriptural references that encourage you to walk outside of fear. She spends time discussing how to cultivate a family that is centered around God's promises while the world around us seems hopeless. Such as, lessons on prayer and relationships provide guidance that is essential. Lessons on serving and self-control that are often misunderstood or left out. The final lesson asks us to cast vision: Do you cast vision for your children and your family? Many of us moms are so deep in the day to day that we forget that vision is what makes us flourish and move forward. The lessons are the important part. Thanks to the author, for not forgetting that we need help teaching our children to find their identity in Christ.
I daresay there is no other book that I have read as a Christian mother that I could relate to more. It’s the book that, from chapter one, had my heart pounding: I could relate to nearly every story she shared, on some level, our stories are the same. We can thank Lee after reading her book because our vision will be broader, yes, but she has given us permission to share with our children and others what is possible with God.
I received a copy of Brave Moms, Brave Kids for free in exchange for my honest review and participation.
I am so thankful I recorded this memory for my boys. In April of 2011 we took a little journey across a field....
The boys and I took a walk and ended up at my Granny's house a field over from ours. We were out looking for an idea for a ladder for Coopers bunk bed redo or something that we could salvage and use. No luck but we knew Granny (their great grandmother) would have ice cream and probably cones to go with it so we stopped for a visit.
After the eating of all the ice cream. Granny told Cooper that he left his "Flip" the last time he was there and he had NO idea what she was talking about. She told him where it was and he came back into the kitchen, held it out in front of him and said..."THIS?" Yep, that was what she meant. Cooper looked at it and then said, "It's called a Slingshot."
"When I was a little girl it was called a Flip." Granny informed him.
She said that the last time he was there she was watching him try to use it and he couldn't get the rocks through the slot. She said come on, I'll show you how. So, my 83 year old grandmother and oldest son walked outside and started hunting rocks, looking for the right size. She found a few, set them in the Flip, pulled back and nailed the garbage can. I ALMOST DIED I tell you. 20 years ago I wouldn't have been a bit surprised but to see that lady pull a slingshot back and let it rip was AWESOME!
So, Cooper and I started looking for the right sized rocks while, Jake and Evan were jumping up and down screaming," let me try, let me try". We all gave it a try until we saw my husband drive by in the truck. We decided we'd better head home and on the walk back, I had to give Cooper a SERIOUS lecture about what not to aim at like small birds, dogs, cats, windows, cars, brothers....
My son no longer has a child's toy, Granny taught him well and now he has a weapon!
What was even sweeter was that she made it a point to tell the kids "that's how David killed the giant." Cooper said, "You mean Goliath?" She said, "Yeah I think he used a different kind of sling and smooth stones."
What a sweet moment we have shared with my Granny. We hugged and kissed her and left her enjoying the cool afternoon sitting on a porch step.
Fast forward to January 5, 2018. Our sweet Granny is playing in heaven and we will too when we get there. I read this story today with tears. I miss her and even though that moment was so real then, now it's a memory. I don't remember the temperature that day or even what my babies looked liked at that moment but in my mind, it was a perfect evening, like a scene out of a movie. I can almost see my husbands old truck rolling past her house. I almost hear my babies voices. Time is much, much too fleeting and it's these moments we should be recording and remembering. They may not mean much to the masses that read a blog in a corner of the internet but they mean the absolute world to me and my children.
Write so you won't forget.