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by Becky Thompson | May 23, 2014 | For Mommas, My Life
When we built our house on the edge of town a few years back, we knew that we would eventually have neighbors on our street, and we looked forward to hopefully having another young family in the area. When that sweet young family built and moved in, I wish that I...
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by Becky Thompson | May 22, 2014 | For Mommas, Marriage
After the last hugs were given and my kids were tucked into bed, I made my way towards the kitchen. I rinsed the few dishes that had been used since dinner, and I wiped down my counters. I made my final rounds of locking doors and turning off unnecessary lights. I...
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by Becky Thompson | May 20, 2014 | For Mommas
A few years ago, shortly after my daughter was born, I found myself in an intense “momma bear” phase. I was the one who stayed at home with the kids while my husband went to work. Unfortunately, there was no shortage of reminding him of this. “You work out there. I...
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by Becky Thompson | May 19, 2014 | Devotionals, For Mommas
You turned three today. You are a perfect picture of carefree beauty. Life bubbles up from inside of you and spills over your edges. You are a compassionate heart, a considerate spirit, a breath of life and freedom. Years from now, as you look back on these words, my...
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by Becky Thompson | May 6, 2014 | For Mommas, My Life
A long line of children filed onto the risers. I followed the blonde haired girl in front of me, and turned as we found our place on the front row. The front row is, of course, reserved for the shortest (and best) singers in my opinion. I made a quick scan of the...
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by Becky Thompson | Apr 29, 2014 | For Mommas, My Life
I guess I just didn’t understand how someone could never be alone and yet still feel so… lonely. I remember the day that I quit my job. It was in the back of my heart, but I wasn’t quite sure that that I would go through with it. When my son was born, there was no...
