What the Cross Means to a Tired Mama
There are piles of laundry to be washed and folded, and sticky spots are scattered upon the kitchen floor. The…
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There are piles of laundry to be washed and folded, and sticky spots are scattered upon the kitchen floor. The…
Our firstborn recently turned six, and I find myself wondering how the time has passed so quickly. Six years old…
I herd the kids into the car and rush off to the boy’s school. Perpetually late, I can’t ever seem…
My mother turned 61 on the 17th … a St. Patty’s baby. Raised on a Kansas farm, an educator by…
Last Friday I had one of those days. Perhaps you know the kind … when pressures and concerns weigh heavy,…
I currently have a few fun things brewing, and today I wanted to pop in to share just a quick…
Last week, I treated my daughters to breakfast at a local restaurant. As I was filling my coffee cup—the baby…
This past weekend my son went to spend some time with my in-laws and his cousins. We sent him two…
Tiny Legos litter the floor, and miniature dinner plates adorn my table. I match pint-sized socks and fold little pairs…
If you’ve been reading F&C for a while, you may have seen this. But since many of you are new…
My mother was recently sorting through some old boxes when she came across a letter dated July 12, 1970. It…
There’s a battle waging. And if you’re a mom, you’ve undoubtedly felt it. Sometimes it’s obvious; other times it’s covertly…