Gentle Rain or a Hailstorm?

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I gave the last of three kisses goodnight to the sweet objects of my exhaustion and shuffled down the hallway toward freedom. My evening plans centered on a bowl of popcorn and a few hours of mindless television.

The day had been a whirlwind of errands, mounds of laundry, sibling squabbles, and endless cleaning. This mama was clocking out.

As I slipped into my end-of-day sweatpants and t-shirt, my gaze fell on my Bible and devotional journal. With a groan, I surrendered to the stab of guilt and settled in for a few minutes of “quality” quiet time.

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I’m thankful for the opportunity to write an article for the Just 18 Summers parenting website. Hop on over to Just18Summers.com to read more!

Have a blessed week!

Joyfully,

Leigh Ann

Take Up the Fight

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Last week, in the violence that was Baltimore, a feisty, single mother-of-six caught the attention of the nation.  Ignoring the risks of being out among the chaos, she recognized her only son involved in the rioting, and proceeded to chase him down and drag him home. It wasn’t neat, and it wasn’t pretty, but her actions grabbed at the heart of every mother watching it play out on television.

Why? Because in spite of the danger, in spite of what others would think, in spite of knowing her son wouldn’t like itthis mother fought for her child.

In an interview, she said, “Is he a perfect boy? No, he’s not, but he’s mine.”

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