When was the last time you had a hearty laugh, got teary-eyed from a touching story, did a little soul-searching, or accepted a challenge that encouraged you to live faithfully and grow closer to God? With a copy of my new book, Lessons from the Littlest, you’ll do just that. Intended for mothers of young children, this month-long devotional book will encourage and inspire women via lessons gleaned from school-age kids.

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My debut devotional book, Lessons from the Littlest, is now available. To purchase it, click on the “Buy This Book Now” link to the right. To find out more about this project, click here. (Lessons from the Littlest will be available in other online book stores in just a few short weeks. I’ll keep you posted.)

 Also, be sure to check my blog frequently. I’ll soon be offering visitors an opportunity to win a free copy of my new book. Details will be posted soon.

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     Me? Chaperone a group of third graders down the Chattahoochee River? Piece of cake, I thought. No prerequisites were listed, so I sent my payment along with my child to school. 

     The day soon arrived and we anticipated an adventurous time of rafting and hiking. As we put our rafts in the water, the park ranger gave brief instructions.

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After jotting down a few thoughts on weightlifting, my memory traveled back nearly three decades in time. While on “Memory Lane,” I chuckled. I had recalled a boy who was about thirteen years of age. Roy was his name. And this kid really went out of his way to impress my older sister.

“Look,” he anxiously called out to her. “Watch this.” With all eyes staring in his direction, Roy squatted and picked up a barbell. Struggling to lift the bar over his scrawny shoulders, his entire five-foot frame trembled. With chants from older teenage boys egging him on, Roy continued. He squirmed, but refused to back down. Trying to muster the strength to elevate the bar just a hair more, he exploded under the pressure. Literally. The thunderous claps and noxious fumes in his vicinity were evidence.

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When does a twenty-five pound object feel like it’s fifty pounds? After we’ve carried it for quite some time, of course. Anyone who has carried a sleeping toddler can relate. The longer we lug the child, the weaker our arms grow. Eventually, we become frustrated and conclude, “I can’t do this by myself. Lord Help me!”
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Today, let’s commit to getting rid of some unwanted “weight”. Whether it’s bitterness, anger, resentment, self-condemnation, fear, or envy—we can hand it over to the Lord in prayer. It’s only going to seem heavier if we continue holding onto it ourselves.

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