THROUGH THE KNOT HOLE – Fight The Good Fight

By |2019-10-19T11:57:34-08:00April 4th, 2016|

(It is an honor to welcome MarJean Peters to Page of Joy, again, today. She walked with me and counseled me, along with her husband Conrad, through some of the deepest sorrows in my life. Their wisdom and love for the Lord are a blessing to many. Read more about MarJean at the end of this important article that she has written for us today. I pray you’re deeply encouraged by the truth that she has beautifully articulated.  – Stephanie) THROUGH THE KNOT HOLE: PART 1 Fight The Good Fight I should know by now. All my years of writing, begging for inspiration to encourage others, and then. . . all hell breaks loose! I should recognize it at the get-go. You’d think. But I don’t. I just know frustration, loneliness, hurt, helplessness, hopelessness, and. . . a myriad of other bad things that give meaning to the idiom, “drug through a knothole backwards”. Then. . . a still small voice breaks into my death wish and whispers, “You asked for inspiration. Well, now you have it.” Okay, but I forgot (again) that inspiration usually comes through tribulation. This time inspiration rose out of a passionate email: Dear MarJean, . . .

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS, A Story for Moms

By |2019-10-19T11:55:32-08:00March 28th, 2016|

(It is an honor to welcome MarJean Peters to Page of Joy today. She walked with me and counseled me, along with her husband Conrad, through some of the deepest sorrows in my life. Their wisdom and love for the Lord are a blessing to many. Read more about MarJean at the end of this important article that she has written for us today. I pray you're deeply encouraged by the truth that she has beautifully articulated.  - Stephanie) THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS A Story for Moms This Spring my husband bought me a mysterious, mahogany, full-length mirror that opens to a jewelry cache. As I pull back my image to the treasury hidden behind it, I see myself in that old, blue-flowered, recovered rocker. There I am, bone-weary and overwhelmed, I rock my toddler hoping against hope she will fall asleep. Her eyes look up at me with no intention of closing anytime soon. However, I know she needs to nap. I need her to nap. Seemingly a thousand other responsibilities await me if only I can tackle them without interruption or distraction. If she doesn't nap, the rest of my day is shot! Our two little boys went with Daddy

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