Just Grab It By The Head

While making dinner this evening, I hear my hubby say to our son, “just make sure you grab it by the head“.
Ummm…just what are we grabbing by the head?
oh…that.

He loves to go outside and dig for bugs, creatures, buried treasure…

He just never expected to find this…

I have lost many containers to critters and creatures…
slugs, snails, salamanders, frogs, huge millipedes, a baby raccoon…
but this is a first.
He was thrilled at his unexpected find
and he thinks he’s going to keep him as a pet…
What crazy pet has your son come home with? More importantly, did you let him keep it?

link-up day!! {Growing Godly Men}

Today’s the day!

Let’s all benefit from each other and share our struggles and insights about raising godly men. If you have a post on that subject please link it up below. It can be a recent post, or a (not so) recent post. No restrictions except that it be based on the Truth of the Word and be specifically about your attempts to raise godly men. Be sure to share as much of the title in your link name as possible so that other moms can look for what they need.

(Looking for a great resource on raising godly men? We recommend Plants Grown Up, by Doorposts.)

Link up!



A new MOB project {on failure & grace}

Have you ever sinned against your sons?  If you’re like any one of the M.O.B. Society writers, you have, more than once.

But there’s beauty from ashes in this Christ redemptive relationship. An unfair trade–we get His grace and mercy, and He gets our filthy rags.  Not fair, not for Him, but life-altering for those who embrace Him.

We’d like to share some of our mistakes, sins, with you.

Here at the M.O.B. Society, we don’t profess to be parenting experts.  We don’t invite you to come here each day to find in these words the only way to parent your children.  We do our best to point you to the hearts of your children, sometimes reaching deep and long and wide across the canyon of behaviorism to see their real and true need for a Savior. But we mess up on a regular basis.  And those failures are often what God uses in our lives to bring ultimate victory.

I wrote a little piece on my personal blog called The Important of Sharing Your Story and we’re taking that to heart here.  Because, like the woman at the well (John 4:25), we’ve all shouted at one time or another…

COME SEE A MAN!


So we’re writing a book for you.

A book about a man who took all our parenting failures and turned them into something beautiful.  With chapters from the M.O.B. moms you’ve come to know and love, each sharing a significant failure coupled with significant grace–our new book is bound to bless and encourage you.

We’d like your help along the way friends.  We have questions like,

  • What would you title our book?
  • Would you like to see study questions in our book?
  • Are there other suggestions you might have?
  • Will you help us pick a design for it?
  • Will you help us promote it?
  • We’d like to give the proceeds from it to a worthy Christ-centered ministry that reaches out to boys. Do you know of one?

We’d love your thoughts and encouragement along the way and we’ll be keeping you up-to-date with our progress.  What are your thoughts so far?

 

It’s Not My Job

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With the sliding-door on my Kia Sedona open and a two-and-a-half-year-old underfoot, I unbuckle my baby from her carrier in the MacDonald’s parking lot. As soon as get her unbuckled I see my energetic boy impulsively dash across the parking lot for the playplace.

I freak.

My instincts tell me to run after Kenneth and I do. Terrified, I scream at him to stop and he does.

Right in the middle of the parking lot entrance.

Right where cars come whizzing around the corner to find a prime spot to park. Completely shaken, I grab him, scold him, and hold him as tight as ever. Then I remember.

Anna.

She has recently learned to sit up, and could easily lean right over the side of her seat and topple onto the hard, black asphalt. I fly back to the van with Kenneth in hand. Relieved, I find Anna safely seated and happily playing with her feet.

I am suddenly not in the mood for french fries.

There are many of these moments which, with one or two factors being different, could just as easily have gone the other way. I try my best to keep my precious children safe, but moments like these make me see how utterly out-of-control I really am.

I can teach a toddler “no touch” and lock all the cabinets; secure all the furniture. They can still be injured.

I can clear the fridge of lunch meat and my cabinets from refined sugar; feed them free-range chicken and sprouted grains. They can still get cancer.

I can teach my kids about Jesus; go to church every time the doors are open; relentlessly share the gospel with them. They can still reject Him.

Ultimately, I am dependent on God alone to protect my children.

I cannot watch their every step. I cannot control cellular mutations. I cannot change hearts.

He can.

He does as He wills.

He is in control.

In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me {and my children} dwell in safety. Psalm 4:8