My daughter begs for me to read the Bible to her. That’s right, begs. And not just once a day, throughout the day. Every time we sit down for a meal, each night at bedtime, and even when we’re just hanging out in the den, my daughter asks me to read the Bible to her. She’s three now, and this has been going on since she was about 18-months-old.
Author: Brenda Rodgers
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How Can I Make the Most of My Single Years?
Growing up, I daydreamed about going to college because it was something I wanted to do. After that my imagination jumped to wedding bells and baby carriages.
I did not anticipate a gap called my “single years.”
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Questions to Ask Before Dating a Divorced Man
When I was single I dated a man who was divorced. Today as I listen to single women tell their stories about dating divorced men, I remember my experience well. I see them making choices about dating divorced men similar to ones I made. Choices based on the present but without enough regard on the past. These similarities make me think it is wise for women to ask four questions before dating a divorced man.
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What I’d Tell My Daughter about Kim Kardashian’s Selfie
Last week Kim Kardashian made news when she posted a nude photo of herself on Twitter under the mantra of empowerment.
In a blog post she wrote, “I am empowered by my body. I am empowered by my sexuality. I am empowered by feeling comfortable in my skin. I am empowered by showing the world my flaws and not being afraid of what anyone is going to say about me. And I hope that through this platform I have been given, I can encourage the same empowerment for girls and women all over the world.”
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When You’re Past Your Pregnancy Due Date
With both of my pregnancies I thought my babies would come early. I remember with my first baby I got nervous around week 32 because a friend went into labor early. I made my husband put the car seat in the car that night.
At 41 weeks I was still pregnant.
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When You’re About to Have a Baby
Tonight I went to get take-out for dinner for our family. All the way home I cried. Not just a trinkling of tears but tears that cloud your eyes and make your shirt – or in my case belly – all wet. It could have been the song “I Will Never Leave You” on the CD I was listening to that a friend just gave me at my Baby Sprinkling.
It could have been that two weeks until my due date I can’t walk up stairs without having to stop, my toddler can no longer sit on my lap, or a deep fatigue has set in like I could sleep for days. Or it could have been that I was anticipating what’s to come. The pain. It’s going to hurt. Bad. And that’s scary.
