Joy can be elusive. Let me start off by saying I’ve not always had joy in my heart. I’m not one of those super Christians who felt joy in sorrow or in the midst of pain. I’m one of those depressing Christians who only felt pain. So this year when I experienced pure joy I realized one thing. I never want to live without it. For years it’s eluded me and now that I have it I’m holding on for dear life. Our church recently held its annual ladies retreat
Did you know aprons are made for more than just moms in a kitchen? Chickens wear them too? This week the Hall Heritage Homestead is proud to present Chicken Aprons! What is a chicken apron you ask? A chicken apron slides around the wings of the hen and lays across her back protecting her feathers. Often times roosters get a little randy with the girls or he may have a favorite hen. As a result the hen’s feathers become damaged or their skin can be
Community. I’ve struggled greatly with this one little word. What is it? How does it work? Why do I need it? As an ex-military brat the concept of community is not foreign to me. Within the military community everyone strives to help one another. Life is hard and we all recognize it. Most of us are familiar with sacrifice and not getting what we want for the sake of others. We meet people easily and form long lasting relationships through the bonds of sharing lives.
One of my greatest struggles living with a chronic illness is the endeavor to have a positive attitude and keep a willing heart. A willing heart seems like such a natural part of motherhood. As mothers, we put everyone’s needs before our own and we do it joyfully. It’s part of being a mom. But what happens when we can no longer do that through no fault of our own? The joy exits the equation, the ‘mommy guilt’ sets in and Satan readies the trap.