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.
I don't know about you but the adult me has struggled. It makes me sad to know that my adult life, up until a few years ago, was miserable. My battle with my weight led to a cycle of being miserable, unhappy, and depressed for so long. I am so thankful that I finally found a way to break that cycle...
I have been mothering boys for a long time. The one thing I always share concerning raising boys, is raising boys whose future wives won't hate me. They know how to help out and pitch in. They may not always do it willingly or in a timely manner but they know how to get it done. Here is a simple chore chart if you need to help keep your little ones (or big ones) on track.
Christmas with too much stuff is exhausting and I'm hearing the cries of Momma's and Daddy's everywhere that they are sick of stuff. It seems like this season has taken a turn like I've never seen before.
Blueberries are one of my very favorite fruits. They grow wild around here. I have a friend that made me blueberry jam recently and I ration it's deliciousness.
I don't know why I write. I feel like most of the time they are just ramblings in my head and I just need to get them out. Occasionally, I receive a kind email or comment thanking me for sharing but for the most part this is just an empty space for me to pour out.
As my husband and I are moving closer, day by day, towards the adoption of our foster babies God has been opening up scripture and circumstances He needs us to be aware of.
This morning on my way to church my 15 year old son was sitting next to me with earphones in, mad. James , my husband, had to work today to be off Friday, a VERY important day for our family.
Foster Care | Savings, paying off debt, making room, filling out paper work, training, classes, home inspections...so many things to do to prepare, to feel prepared.
I can rattle off to you every aspect of my life that feels like it falls short of glorious and lack of consistency is what keeps it from being so. Maybe because it's not meant to be so
God has been all over me to dig in His Word today. As I sit down to do some reading I decide it's probably a good idea to start with the book He keeps pushing towards me today...Exodus. So I open up to Exodus and my eyes fall on a section called "Bricks Without Straw" and this part of a scripture...
And it shall come to pass, while my glory passes by, that I will put you in a cleft of the rock, and will cover you with my hand while I pass by: exodus 33:22
I used to be fascinated with the spiritual world in that I didn't understand hauntings and things that were unexplained. A few years ago, I picked up a book by a local pastor to Chattanooga, Ron Phillips. He's also pastor to several friends.
While the Bigs were all getting ready for school I told my husband The Toddler was laying in his bed, awake, ready to pounce on the day. The first sign of life and he is up. I was right.
Those times when it is 2 o'clock in the morning and you are wide awake and can't sleep and you're fighting your own thoughts and your responsibilities as a mom weigh heavy, that's when Jesus is calling you.
In my circle of friends I have a girl friend that is expecting her first baby...well, babies. She is expecting twins. They are little miracles who we have waited for and waited for.
Psalm 91 is the key to winning the spiritual battles going on around you. It's the key to winning your day. As a foster mom, I see first hand the spiritual battle going on.
I shared on January 1st the word for my new year.
I laid in bed with my boy and rubbed cuticle cream on his little fingers. He's been chewing his nails down and picking nervously at them for awhile.
Do you ever have flashes of your childhood that made you feel less than, a failure, a screwup or worthless? I'm pretty sure we have all felt these things to some degree. It's simply a strategy the devil uses and he loves to use it on my self confidence. See this picture below? Satan took full advantage just moments after this picture was taken.
I am a momma to 5 beautiful souls, birth mom to my 3 boys, adoptive mom to 2 sweet babies, wife to my high school sweet heart, and daughter to my King. I love to write. I am no scholar but I love my Lord and He helps me.