When I got home from the glorious wedding, the least favorite part of any journey awaited. The unpacking. I hate the unpacking so much that I am almost willing to just throw all the unpacked suitcases in the trash and begin the needed decluttering of our home. But instead, I began the rather depressing task…
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Am I a Working Mother?
My husband sometimes gets the question, “Does your wife work?” His answer is, “Yes!” We are in a society that thinks a homemaker is second class…”She is just a housewife.” The stereotype is a woman eating her bon-bons, watching soap operas all day long. She gets to stay home while the men really do the…
The Family: Evangelism Starts in the Home
Today we gladly welcome Jamie to At the Well as a guest contributor! Matteo (4 years old) says to Luca (6 years old) in his sweet, innocent voice, “How did he kill Goliath?” Luca says, “Because God was with him!” I stopped cleaning and crouched down at the bottom of the stairs to get a…
Everyday Miracles
Today we gladly welcome Diane to At the Well as a guest contributor! I am a single mom and I am a homemaker. Before we go any further, let’s be honest. I know what you’re thinking: how does a woman manage to stay at home without a husband to provide? How can she make ends…
Being Gentle and Quiet in a Harsh and Loud World
Recently I had a conversation with a friend about our personalities–our boisterous, crazy personalities! We were laughing about how much fun we have together and how everyone around us usually takes notice that we’re having such a good time. But our conversation soon turned serious as we started to examine ourselves more closely. One of…
A Good Name
We have been teaching our boys about the importance of a good name. Because…. God says…… A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favor rather than silver and gold. -Proverbs 22:1 We tell them that their last name is a family name that represents their father’s family. And that…
In Everything Give Thanks
“Sarrrrrah!” I cried in exasperation, as she dropped her sippy cup filled with juice for what seemed like the fiftieth time that morning. Juice squirted out everywhere onto the kitchen floor. I bent down, yet again, to wipe up the mess, all the while mumbling to myself and wondering why sippy cups are advertised as…
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