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I’m a guy so I’m tough right? I can handle anything. I don’t ask for directions. I never cry (yeah right) and sometimes I’ll size another guy up and wonder if I can out bench him. We like being strong and hip to guy things. We’re talking with our buddies over the water cooler about the Miami Heat’s latest winning streak or how good our fantasy teams are doing or how many miles we ran on the treadmill that morning. {Read More}
A pair of arms slipped around my waist and squeezed me tight. I looked down to see my son with his face buried against my side, his dark head tucked into the crook of my arm. We had just arrived home for the evening and life had slipped into its normal routine. Homework. Dinner. Laundry. Dishes. We had already had our nightly discussion about the things we needed to do and I had left him in his room, working on {Read More}
For a long time I felt like the world was just an unfair place. It wasn’t fair that my husband chose himself over his family and responsibilities. It wasn’t fair that I was trying to manage being a full time law student and a single mom. It wasn’t fair that my daddy was dying from cancer. It wasn’t fair that my son had a brain that is wired differently from “normal children”. Pity, party of one! You see my life was {Read More}
His voice broke the darkness. “Mama, I had an accident in my bed” It takes all my strength to open my eyes and peer at the alarm clock. 5:00 am. I swing my feet out of the bed and immediately feel the throbbing pain of the past two 60+ hour work weeks. The sheets are changed and he’s tucked back into bed when I crawl under my own covers again. But sleep won’t come through the tears. This is not {Read More}
One night after my daughter’s bus dropped them off at our house, my oldest comes to find me with tears on her face. You see, she’s nine. She’s in third grade…and she’s cute as a button. And the boys are starting to notice. She explained to me about a little boy who started chasing her…but this wasn’t the normal chasing. Chasing boys at our house is nothing new. I mean this is coming from the little girl who had her {Read More}
I noticed something recently – men and women are different. Social media tipped me off. Check out the Facebook page of the average guy. Links to ESPN videos. Pictures of things shot, trapped, or hooked. Cars. Bacon. Jokes about farting. Then, check out the Facebook page of the average gal. Kittens. Links to Beth Moore videos. Poetry. Stylized quotes worthy to be pinned on Pinterest. Crock pot recipes. Insightful comments about feelings, relationships, child rearing. My electronic gal-pal Janelle posted {Read More}
A few years ago my life was turned upside down. I was enjoying the “American Dream”. I had a great family, a wonderful job and was plugged into an awesome church. However, as I look back upon that time I realize that in many ways I was living on pins and needles. From the outside looking in, people thought I had the perfect life but as I’ve thought more and more about it I’ve come to see that my life {Read More}
Hello new friends, I am Janelle Reed, founder of SingleMomzRock; a single mom’s ministry in Springfield, MO. I would like to share with you a little bit about me and my journey these last few years and how I came to helping single moms in my area. I grew up in a small town in Southwest Missouri and married my high school sweetheart, but in 2010 after 12 years of marriage, I was faced with a divorce and being a full-time {Read More}
The tattered paper caught my eye. Covered in childish scribble and crayon drawings, the sheet of notebook lay discarded on the floor. I almost threw it away, but the words stopped me. “Dear Drew, I miss you. I wish I could see you. Love, Sammie.” Lifting puzzled eyes, I looked at my daughter. Her head was bent over another drawing, but I couldn’t make sense of her last one. “Sammie, did you write this?” She glanced up and looked at {Read More}
A perfect storm is “a particularly bad or critical state of affairs, arising from a number of negative and unpredictable factors.” This is exactly what my life has been for the past 8 years or so. From death to divorce it’s been one storm after another for a while. Sometimes I sit back and think about it all and wonder how I’m still alive. Storm #1: Single Parenting I have been a single parent ever since my oldest was conceived. {Read More}
Tampons are Kryptonite. If you don’t believe me, go stand by a box at your local drug store until you see a man walk down “that aisle” on the way to the pharmacy counter. Take some snacks. You’ll be there a long time. Three years ago, I had to stand in “that aisle” with my 13 year-old-daughter to buy her first box. There’s not a Hallmark card for that moment. As a dad, you envision yourself teaching you daughter how {Read More}
I stand in my yard, shielding the sun with my hand. I watch as my oldest son runs through two front yards to his best friend’s house. He stops mid-way, turns around and waves. I wave back. He starts to run again going farther away. He stops once more and waves. My mind wanders to a time in the future when he is all grown up. I wonder will he stop on his life’s journey, no matter how busy he {Read More}
The first time I heard the words they were healing. It was in the car on one of many trips home. With heavy hearts we packed for the week alone, saying goodbye to what I knew would be his last day in our home. For the 10 hour car ride, I had downloaded this new best selling book about being thankful. It hardly seemed appropriate given the circumstances, but I’ve never been one to argue with blatant popularity. So I {Read More}
Hi friend, this post is part of my series: parenting a hurting child. I pray that you will be blessed. Check out the other posts in the series and be sure to subscribe so you won’t miss any updates. I think of Samuel. Just a boy, he ministered in the temple. In a time when the Word of the Lord was rare, Samuel had a calling on his life (1 Sam. 3:1). His mother had surely taught him of the graciousness {Read More}
Hi friend, this post is part of my series: parenting a hurting child. I pray that you will be blessed. Check out the other posts in the series and be sure to subscribe so you won’t miss any updates. It was a rather ordinary day. Light rain beat down on the windshield as we drove home from our weekly Bible study. Our car pulled up to the stop sign and she stole our hearts. A precious lady standing there in the {Read More}
This blog is the story of a broken girl living in a messy world. A girl who was once consumed by the circumstances, but is now consumed with the love of Jesus. I invite you on this journey as I daily give God the pain and invite Him to fill the emptiness, choosing never to be consumed by anything else again. Read More...
