Showing posts with label Guest Bloggers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guest Bloggers. Show all posts

Monday, September 15, 2014

Blue Cotton Memory Guest Post

It's been a long time since I've welcomed another blogger into this space, and I'm so excited to welcome, today, my sister in Christ Maryleigh Bucher of Blue Cotton Memory. Maryleigh calls Tennessee home and feels kindred in that respect. She's a little ahead of me in the journey of parenting, and since finding her in the blogosphere, I've so appreciated her her words of wisdom. I'd shared with her about Cade's starting high school, this fall, and asked her to write a back-to-school, guest post to share with my readers. I was blessed and encouraged by her words and trust that you will be, too.


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Dear Brandee,

Your son’s just started high school. I can just see that first day. He’s all ready to go out the door, catch the school bus: back-pack stuffed with school supplies, water bottles, - not lunch because he wants to try their lunch, to see if it’s different. . . better. His back pack isn’t heavy, yet. There’s room for books, but not as much room as he’ll realize he needs.

You probably watched him walk to the bus, like independence on training-wheels, that walk up to a doorway to a new era.

You’re more left behind than ever. You can’t walk him out, stand with him like you did in the primary years. You can’t just pop into school to see the teacher at the end of the day to pick up nuggets and morsels of what’s really going on.

Hands-off time has begun – kind of like on the cooking competitions you see on t.v.  when that buzzer rings, hands fly off – and up.

He pulls himself up through those bus doors that will take him to a school where everything is possible – booze, drugs, PDA, friends who lift up and those who pull down, teachers who encourage and discourage, believers, non-believers – it’s all in there.

. . . . and you just let him go. . . .

When you just let him go, remember the other back pack – the one you can’t see – that soul back pack that you started filling the day he was born.

It’s a bottomless back-pack containing everything he’ll need. You’ve filled it with God’s word, a power supply that works anywhere, love, encouragement, motivational speeches, stories to inspire,  maybe even a rebirth certificate so he knows to whom he belongs. God’s filled it, too – with spiritual gifts, love languages – and a plan.

It’s a back-pack that is designed to fit lightly, easily, like the second skin to the soul.

But God designed all children differently. Some will wear that back-pack always. Some will set it down, walk off and leave it. Some will empty it out and fill it with other things. Some will use parts and pieces of it.

Why? Because each of us is designed differently. We meet God differently, take different pathways to Him. Some children, teens and adults are coachable and make those connections between what you tell them and how it applies. They don’t have to experience it to believe mentored cause/effect.

Some do have to experience life to understand cause/effect. Coachable? Not yet. They need hands-on experience about why bad is bad and good is good. They’ll pull everything out of their back-pack, re-evaluate it time and again – and, eventually, faith realized, they’ll put the good stuff back in.

You can put the same exact thing in each child’s soul back-pack – but they all won’t treat it the same. Some of your teens will go into high school coachable, utilizing what you filled their soul-pack with. Some won’t.

That’s when mothering is the hardest.

Don’t think you’ve failed if they set that back-pack down, empty it out. God’s not surprised. He knew they would have to learn by experience. He’s the designer, after all.

The hard part of parenting a teen is that it’s more hands-off than on. It’s letting them take control of their souls – and the soul back-pack.

Remember, there’s a no-fail response in every soul-back-pack. God put it there.

Like the cooking competitions when the buzzers ring – hands-off - hands-up.

. . . . that’s right – lift holy hands to a Father who loves your teen even more than you do, raise them high for intercession – and in the raising of the hands, give each challenge, each bad moment, God’s got it – and He won’t drop it!

And, if your son sets that back-pack down, God knows where it is and will help him find it.

If your son’s emptied everything out, God will help him find all the good stuff that was in it, too.

While you’re praying, on the hard days, ask God to allow you to see your son as He sees your son.

See him as God sees him because on some days He’ll need some who can when he can’t. See him in the faith and hope of God’s plan.

Be, Friend, like the centurion, who asked Jesus to save his servant (Luke 7:10) – who interceded on behalf of his servant for him to be saved – Have that kind of trust.

Be like the Canaanite woman, who interceded for her demon-possessed daughter (Matthew 15: 21-28) – have that kind of faith

Be like the father, whose son was a lunatic and ill – who, even the disciples (church people) didn’t quite understand how big God was yet, who Christ healed – who encouraged us to have the faith of a mustard seed so that mountains can be moved – and broken people healed (Matthew 17:14-20).

As you take your hands off, Brandee, lift them high – and if they get heavy in the midst of a great battle, like Moses against the Amalek, know that God gave you friends Aaron and Hur who will help you hold your hands up in prayer so that the battle can be won. (Exodus 17:10-13).

Brandee, you’ve filled your son’s soul-back-pack the good things, the God-things. It’s an independence-with-training-wheels time. You have to trust God – hands off - and up!

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Maryleigh is a wife of 31 years, a mom of 5 sons ranging in ages from 28 to 13. She is a seeker of solutions to challenges, the perfect white cake recipe, the washer of the Blue Cotton Blanket, trying to raise sons to be strong, manly men who love God and show the love of Jesus Christ to others through their words and actions. Trying to live grace and joy through the journey, she writes at her blog Blue Cotton Memory.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

A Guest Post by My Rising Eighth Grader


 A Guest Post by My Rising Eighth Grader

I'm doing this blog post because I have to in order to get my stuff back. These things are my phone, Kindle, iPod, and video games. The reason I don't have them is because my final grade* in English was a C.

At first, I thought I had gotten all A's and B's because I got a certificate from the school saying I did. But it was a mistake because when the report card came it had the bad English grade** on it. So all of my stuff got taken.

I was also forced to read a book with Mom.*** It was even worse because she called it the "Mommy and Me Book Club."

I learned that Mom keeps her promises when it comes to punishments, and I learned that if it happens again it will be worse. So this year I'm going to get all A's and B's so this won't happen. Hopefully I won't ever have to write a blog post again.

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Notes from the Mean Mommy

*We found out the first week in July and took away the aforementioned items right away.

**C in English is only a bad grade if 1) the student is in a TAG (Talented and Gifted) class for English, having displayed giftedness in this area, 2) the student has earned the C based sheerly upon his refusal to complete homework, and 3) the student's mother--who possesses an M.A. in English--made herself available to assist on a daily basis.

***I gave the book 4 out of 5 stars: Adele Geras's Troy.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Rachel Huff Guest Post: Daddy's Girl

I have this crazy friend who insists upon loving on me when I'm at my most unlovable, and she's one of very few people from whom I have no secrets. She's also one of very few people I will answer when the phone rings on bad days because--if I don't--she'll come looking for me. 

I just opened an e-mail in which this friend wrote: "This is so silly but I wanted to write you a blog - I know I can't write so that is why I say this is so silly. Anyway I gave it a shot and here it is." I opened the attachment and bawled my eyes out, and I knew right away: I would be posting it for you to enjoy, too. 

No matter who you are, you can trust Rachel Huff and what she has to say. 

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One thing that Brandee and I share in common is we are both Daddy’s girls.  We have shared so many stories about our dads. Some brought tears and some brought laughter but it is a special bond that we both have because when it comes to our dads we both totally understand each other.

For months now I have been trying to help Brandee get through one of the toughest times in her life but what I realized this weekend was she did not need a best friend as much as she just needed her dad.

He traveled from Tennessee to be here for Clementine’s birthday and to visit with Brandee which was not something that he does very often. It was special and I got to see that first hand.

He had not even been here 12 hours when I got a message from Brandee. Well it was more like a song. A song about meatballs. To most that might sound crazy but to me it was the best sound in the world. For the first time in months I had a glimpse of my Brandee. Oh how I had missed her.

Then I got to see Brandee at Clementine’s birthday and that is when I realized it might not just be a glimpse. She looked amazing and everything about her was different.  Only Clementine was not feeling the same.

She did not quite wake up from her nap in the best mood to say the least. Now Clementine is ALWAYS happy to see Zach and me but not on that day. I tried all my tricks and again I found myself failing terribly. I tried not to take it to heart because I noticed she was doing it to everyone but yet I thought I was different. And then right in the midst of her biggest breakdown of the day Papaw suddenly appeared.

I wish I could remember what he said but I was so taken by the look on Clementine’s face as she looked up to him that I got lost in the moment. The tears quickly went away and Papaw had accomplished what none of us was able to do.  Our little princess and all were smiling!


It was later that night that I was awakened by God with that image in my mind and I realized that we all have a Father who loves us. No matter what your relationship is like with your dad or where your dad is you have a Father who loves you and longs to be close to you. He wants to wipe away the tears and adorn you with a crown of beauty. It doesn’t matter how broken or messed up we are He still wants for us to be His little princess.

Actually you can wear your crown any way you would like.


Or maybe you are not even sure what to do with a crown.


Regardless God wants you, his daughter,
to be a Daddy’s girl. 

Isaiah 60:1-3
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
Because the Lord has anointed me
To preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
To proclaim freedom for the captives
And release from darkness for the prisoners.
To proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
And the day of vengeance of our God,
To comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve
To bestow a crown of beauty
Instead of ashes,
The oil of gladness
Instead of mourning
And a garment of praise
Instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
A planting of the Lord
For the display of his splendor.