As the year has its seasons, so does a momma’s heart. This morning I’m sitting in the living room, looking out the window with my one cup of coffee for the day—yes, just one. I watch the snow fall, and it reminds me how life moves in seasons, each one carrying its own worries, prayers, and lessons. When my kids were babies, my prayers were simple but constant: Lord, keep them healthy. And when they got sick, I prayed for wisdom—Is this an ER situation or just a cold that will pass by morning? When they became toddlers, the prayers shifted to: Lord, please don’t let them bust their head open… or swallow anything that clearly says “not edible.” School age brought a whole new prayer list: protection from kidnappers with candy, white vans, and suspicious “lost puppies.” Then came the teenage years. Whew. Those prayers got serious. Protection from the wrong crowd, strength to say no to substances that harm them, and wisdom in choosing the right boy or girl—because let’s b...
Draft Post 01/02/2026, 10:05 AM And 12 furry legs A Love I Never Knew Until I Watched My Children I never grew up with pets, so I didn’t fully understand the bond between people and their animals. I’ve always respected it and never judged it, but if I’m honest, I was simply amazed by the depth of love people have for their “fur children.” It was a kind of connection I admired from the outside. That changed when I watched my own children love their pets. Seeing the way they connect melts my heart. Their pets give them a love that is unconditional—one that makes them feel secure, protected, and deeply understood. On hard days, when the world feels heavy, they retreat to their rooms with their dogs. Behind closed doors, there is unwinding, quiet companionship, and a calming presence that helps them reset and face the world again. Sometimes I overhear what happens in those sacred spaces. Genesis talks to Piggy as if she understands every word. Piggy looks at her like she’s her whole world—...