Granny's Guidance

Runny noses are yucky!! Littles aren't usually bothered by them, but snotty noses are not my favorite thing about motherhood.

I began to see that I should reread the story of Jonah and see just how that all turned out for him. You know what? God loved Jonah anyway.

Our words and attitudes, when our children are tiny, often sets patterns in place that they keep throughout their lives.

I don't speak any foreign languages fluently. My kids are a different story. "Whine-ese" seemed like their native tongue at times.

I struggled with that in my own walk with God. I guess God used situations like this to teach us all several good life lessons.

My kids just love to pick on me. They love to be silly. If I had chosen to be cross, I would have missed so much joy...we all would have.

Knowing that he would be heard gave him the assurance he needed, then he could be patient.

One indication that she was a "city cow" was that she didn't like to drink dirty water. It's true. She would refuse to drink... for days.

Sometimes great blessings are hidden in the midst of the hard things we go through.

Some of our greatest blessings may not look like blessings at first. Sometimes, great blessings are hidden in the hard things we go through.

Will you get real with me? Will you help me be real? Can we lift each other up and can we walk together in truth on our motherhood journey?

The older kids in the group read formal book reports. Some were... well...rather dry. So we created some Biblical clothing...for bananas.

Using a bit of creativity and engaging them can make it fun for all of you, and you teach them life skills besides.

I loved to pop in and see them while they were at work. I just wanted to encourage them and let them know I was proud of them.

Suddenly, I found myself flat on my fanny with the roll hanging out of my mouth!

Finding simple ways to strengthen relationships within your home is a win/win.

I remember watching my mom knead bread. In my memory I am standing near her as she works the bread at our kitchen table.

I had someone ask me, “How did you raise such nice kids?” I wasn’t sure how to take it, or how it was meant. Go back & reread that question.

Someone should have prepared me for the day one of those friends invited her over for a birthday party and sleep over. I wasn’t ready.

One night when we stopped to moved the tubes to different rows we found that the ditch had washed out...