Watch the way you talk, each word is a gift

When I first started homeschooling, I was full of passion. I was excited at the idea of discipling my boys, the way Jesus discipled his 12 followers. Jesus mentored his followers by example and used stories to explain things. He lived His life in front of them.

After 3 years of homeschooling, my enthusiasm has waned. My example has been questionable and my disciples are following me in my bad behaviour. They follow my example of procrastination and being undisciplined. They follow my example of using my words to tear down instead of building up. I thank God for His grace that covers my weaknesses.

How easy is it to say hurtful things to our children and husbands, without giving a thought to be how much damage we cause in their hearts. We hold such power in our words.

What it Means to be a Warrior

I have been following Christy's blog Critty Joy for a while now, and it has been a delight watching her journey unfold. Christy writes from the heart and is a true princess warrior. I love how she describes herself in her bio: 

"Christy is just a girl on a journey to living her own beautiful story."

And what a beautiful story it is.

When I asked her to guest post and she said, "Yes!" I was so excited. I know you're going to love her post. What an honour to have her on my blog today.

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When I think of Jo's blog name... I think of two things.

Bravery and courage.

Warrior.

To me that is someone who fights for what they believe in.

In 2011 I learned so much about bravery and courage.  One of the first things I learned was.... they were not necessarily what I thought they were.

He Restores My Life (and my maternal bond)

As I threw ingredients in a bowl to make a batch of pancakes for Courageous Boy Warrior's birthday breakfast, my mind wandered to the day he was born. Having laboured for 30 hours only to end up having a Caesarean Section with his older brother only 21 months beforehand, I opted for a scheduled Caesarean Section for his birth. It was a strange feeling knowing exactly when I meet my new baby, unlike my first birth when I played the waiting game.

As I remembered the birth and the first time I laid eyes on Courageous Boy Warrior, tears filled my eyes of a painful memory. Unlike the instant maternal bond I felt with my first child, when Courageous Boy Warrior was born I felt nothing. No attachment. No joy in my heart. I was just going through the motions. 

Removing expectations for my blog and just writing from the heart

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Can I be honest with you?

I feel like I have lost my voice....

....my writing voice that is!

Everytime I have sat down to write a blog post, nothing has come out. Until today that is-when I decided to be honest.

I have put it down to burnout but I think it's more than that.

Revision: You will find rest for your souls

While I am having a break from blogging,I will be featuring some old lessons (Revision) that I have learned on my journey. Here is one that I wrote back in January 2011.

I have a night time ritual that I perform with my boys every night as I tuck them into bed. Bed time conversations are some of the most sweetest and tender moments that I share with the boys. It is at the end of the day when they are settled down in their beds that they reveal their hearts to me - their fears, their dreams, their excitement. If I rush this precious time, I risk missing out on hearing things that they long to tell me during the day, but due to busyness and distractions, are unable to, until their heads hit the pillow, and they are still.

It is the same in my own life. At times I am so busy and distracted during the day, that I don't get to tell Him everything I long to tell Him, until I am still and we are alone. I imagine the Father longs for these times with me and treasures them, as I do with my own children. He always makes time for me. In fact, He went to great lengths to make sure that He could have those moments with me, by sending His Son Jesus. The sin that separated me from God before I accepted His gift of salvation, no longer separates us - and for that I am eternally grateful.

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