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Green Eggs and Babyproofing.


I took baby Khlo for her 9 month appointment last week where her incredible pediatrician went casually down the checklist to make sure Khloe was meeting all of her developmental milestones.

“And, you’ve babyproofed, right?”

Immediately, my mind filled with images of rubber-edged tables and zip-tied cabinets.


I have the electric sockets covered.  Well, most of them.  I always forget to put them back in after I vacuum.

The cleaning supplies and medicines are higher than Kiara’s reach from her big stool.  Better check that….think she just had a growth spurt.

But every mom knows that no matter how much time and energy spent on babyproofing, your child will find its weaknesses.  And fast.  It’s in our nature to be curious.

“Just make sure the chemicals and medicines are out of the way.  You know about the other stuff.”

Ahh, yes.  I’m a mother of two.  I get to wear the Been There Done That badge with pride.  Moms of 3+, you’re on a whole different playing field.  Hats off to you, my friends.

I’ve done bumps, bruises and profuse bleeding.  And that’s just from my husband.

What any seasoned mother will tell you is that you’ve gotta keep them from the big dangerous stuff and train them not to get into the stuff you don’t want them to.  Let them explore.  They’re going to bump their little heads sometimes.  They’re going to gingerly make their way around and around the coffee table until one day they realize they can pull off and take steps without holding on.  They’re going to put sand in their mouths at the beach and then realize how nasty sand is and stop putting sand in their mouths.  It’s like the motto from my alma mater—-they “Learn by Doing.”


Are you playing it safe?

Are you a nominal believer who claims Christ but buffers herself from the idea of living dangerously?

Have you padded every corner, not wanting the sharpness of the gospel to penetrate your heart or to offend those from whom you seek approval?

WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE!?  Do you dare identify them to yourself?  Could you write down their names?

Do you keep shut tight every storage cabinet that might possibly be opened?  Who knows what one can find lurking in the dark corners back there.  ::shudder::

Do you close off every door of opportunity, afraid of what scary, harmful thing may be on the other side?  He could ask you to sell every single thing you own.  Move your family.  Go somewhere scary.  Step out of your comfort zone.

Would you?  Could you?

Are you willing to risk bumps-on-the-head?

Let’s take it back to the basics.  Remember Sam?


Sam had a friend.  He would not try green eggs and ham.

He would not, could not here or there.  He would not, could not anywhere.

Not on a boat, not in a tree, not in a car.  Just let him be.

He did not like green eggs and ham.  He did not like them, Sam-I-Am.

Good ol’ Sam.

“You do not like them.  So you say.  Try them!  Try them!  And you may.  Try them and you may, I say.”


“Say! I like green eggs and ham!  I do!  I like them, Sam-I-am!  I do so like green eggs and ham.  Thank you!  Thank you, Sam-I-am!”

Don’t be scared of what you don’t know.

Don’t be scared of what other people might say.

Don’t be scared to bump your head.

Surrender fully to Him. Take the covers off of the sockets and the bumpers off the edges.  Set your sights on the one whose word is a lamp to your feet and a light to your path.

Live dangerously.  Jump in the deep end.

Would you?  Could you?

What keeps you from full surrender?  Who keeps you from full surrender?  What safeguards have you put in place to keep you from living dangerously?

Rice Cereal


Kiara & First Peas, 6 months

“We have much to say about this, but it is hard to explain because you are slow to learn.  In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s word all over again.  You need milk, not solid food!  Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is not acquainted with the teaching about righteousness.  But solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil.  Therefore let us leave the elementary teachings about Christ and go on to maturity…” Hebrews 5:11-6:1

My daughter, Khloe, is now almost 6 months old.  Last week she had her first bite of solid food (if you can call it that), rice cereal.  Now for those who don’t know, rice cereal is kind of like pulverized dried rice that, when mixed with liquid, becomes kind of a cream-of-wheat textured first food for babies.  For my highly-allergenic baby girl, I decided to start with rice.

Feeding a baby is so exciting.  I remember with Kiara watching her little face contort as I would give her peas or green beans, and how she would lunge toward the spoon when I fed her pears.  I can’t wait to give Khloe all the different kinds of foods and watch her reaction, but introducing foods is a slow process that takes a lot of patience.  Obviously, different moms do things in all different ways, and this is not one of those posts, but generally a baby will start with rice or a simple grain once a day and then build up to three times per day.  Then, once they master that for a couple of weeks, you’ll add a single ingredient fruit or vegetable.  You stay with that food for several days to watch for signs of allergies, and then you proceed to the next food.  You go through aaaaall the single ingredient baby foods, and then you start to mix them.  Quantities and flavors increase, and then after months of work, babies can have some liquified turkey and gravy.  Mmmm.  After all of this is done, finger foods start, and the little one begins munching on puffs or cheerios.  So, as much as I would love to give Khloe some puffs and watch her chomp chomp away, she would choke on them if I tried to give them to her now.  If I pureed a t-bone steak and fed it to her today, her body would most likely reject it.  It’s a process.  In the same vein, I can’t keep her on just milk forever.  She would start waking up all hours of the night (oh heavens no) and wanting to nurse more frequently.  At some point, a baby requires more nutrition than solely milk can provide, otherwise they may languish and could fail to thrive.

Believers are called to maturity.  Like little babies, we are to work our way up the food chain until we can put down the heartiest of carne asada burritos.  How many of us, though, get stuck on Mommy’s milk?  Can you imagine a grown woman with sippy cup in hand, strained peas running down her chin?  A large man perfecting his pincer-finger fine-motor skills one cheerio at a time?  Our passage of Scripture today talks about how the Hebrews should have been teaching the word already, but because they were slow to learn, that had to continually be re-taught the basics over and over and over again.  They couldn’t understand some of the incredible truths that God wanted to teach them because they were happy with their breastmilk.  Satisfied with their Similac.

I have to tell you that the more I grow in Christ, the deeper I dig into the word, the more just incredibly rich and meaty it gets.  I can read Kiara her toddler Bible and smile at the simple stories of Adam and Eve, or I can attend Sunday night service and hear my pastor explain why God killed the animals to provide a shedding of blood and a covering of skins as temporary atonement for Adam and Eve’s sin.  A full meal.  One I can walk away with feeling deeply satisfied.  If Kiara had heard that sermon, however, she probably would have just looked at me afterward and asked, “Mommy, why is Eve nakey?”

Hebrews says that those who are still drinking milk aren’t “acquainted with the teaching about righteousness.”  They fail to grow.  Their sanctification becomes more stagnant than progressive.  But we are given a hint about how to experience a growth spurt:  “solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil.”  There is a danger in thinking that one is as mature as she can possibly be when she really is just eating Step 2 organic peaches and brown rice.  She can think that she knows all there is to know, that she doesn’t need to spend time in the word or going to church or seeking God in prayer.  But just like the grown woman with her sippy, that lady is not going to receive the nutrition that she needs.  She is susceptible to falling for falsehood.  It takes “constant use” to have eyes that see the lies.  You’ve got to put your faith into practice.  Read, apply, pray, repeat.

Here’s the good news.  The Bible says that Jesus is the “author and perfecter of our faith” (Heb 12:2) and that we can be confident that “he who began a good work in (us) will carry it on to completion” (Phil 1:6).  God makes things grow (1 Cor 3:7).  Just like how Khloe is naturally progressing to need more food and more nutrition and is getting bigger and bigger, God will bring the growth and the need for more.  We just need to bring the spoon to our mouths.

Moms:  I’d like to add here that if you are a mother, you know that not only do you need to feed yourself, but it is your responsibility to make sure that your children are fed, and fed well.  You want them to start with the green stuff so they get a taste for healthy food.  If they only eat the candy and fast-food served up by the world, you’re opening them up to sickness and disease.  How much time do we spend thinking about our children’s food?  Think about how much time you spend in the kitchen preparing, cooking, supervising, and cleaning up their eating experience.  I basically live in the kitchen.  How much more, then, should we be thinking about their spiritual nutrition?  Just as a mom who doesn’t feed her children and leaves them starved is guilty of neglect, I would offer that we are guilty of child abuse when we do not ensure that they are eating their spiritual food.  You love your kids.  Get them to church, now.  Get them plugged in, now.  Get them reading, now.  Teach them about Jesus daily.  We certainly don’t just give them a snack once a week and hope that’s enough for them.  This is America, after all.  We’ve got supermarkets full of the choicest foods.  We are without excuse.  God has been speaking about this to me lately, and at the same time, my church has rolled out an incredible children’s curriculum that extends to the home throughout the week.  I’ve had some ideas on how to implement this daily with my preschooler and make it fun for her.  I’m learning this right along with you!  If you’re interested in resources for your kids, please do some research or contact me and I will help you track something down that is age-appropriate and would be beneficial.  With that, if you have any resources that you have found to be awesome for your kids, leave a comment and share with our other readers.  We need all the help that we can get.  Let’s strive for excellence and leave a legacy of godly children who love the Lord with all their little hearts and souls and minds and strengths.

You wouldn’t waste a prayer on this guy today.  He ate a bunch of carpet (again).  Oh, how we love him.  But oh, how frustrating it can be!  Under vet’s orders, we are monitoring him, and he seems okay, but we are praying specifically that no little carpet strands are stuck in his gut, requiring surgery (again)!

Love you all!  Press on to maturity knowing that God loves you and that your growth will produce much fruit–for you, for others, and for your kids!


Exposed Hearts

Our worlds have all changed in the last 7 days.  Now, when I go to drop off and pick up Kiara from preschool, I have to ring a bell and get buzzed in.  I love it.

One week ago, our nation was rocked by the news of the massacre at Sandy Hook.  To be honest, that first day, I saw the headlines and decided not to read any more.  It was just too much to take in.  What happened was beyond description.  A heart-wrenching tragedy.  Afterwards, however, I found myself thinking a lot about the way we respond to news like this.  Children die and are killed all over the world, all the time.  As of October, nearly 2,000 Syrian children had been killed in uprisings there alone.  Why is it, then, that the collective consciousness of our world, and our nation in particular, was so deeply moved by this incident in particular?  Gun control?  Mental health?  Good vs. evil?  Video games?  Maybe.

I think, though, that the more comprehensive answer is FEAR.  Think about the Facebook posts you see at the beginning of each school year about moms crying and stressing and dreading taking their babies to school.  We do it because we know it’s good for them, but as the saying goes, “having a child is like having your heart walking around outside of your body.”  Parenting is a balance of intense love and intense worry about lack of control, which is rooted in fear.

When those precious babies went to glory last week, our hearts resonated with the parents who lost them like a perfect pitch to a tuning fork.  It’s one of the hardest things a mommy has to do– entrusting the care of her child, who no one loves more, to another.  It’s against our nature.  It’s why Solomon knew who the baby’s real mother was (1 Kings 3:16-28).  Every mom’s worst nightmare is that something would happen to her child.  And we have to put our trust in a crumbling system in a fallen world and pray for the best (all of you homeschooling moms right now are saying…..NOT US! Haha.)

The good news is, as believers, we have nothing to fear.  We can move forward boldly in what God has designed for our children, knowing full well that He works out everything for our, and their, good (Rom 8:28).  Placing Him at the center of our lives and releasing our fear over our children can be a difficult thing to do.  As believing parents, our prayers have to transform from “please, don’t let anything bad ever happen to my baby” to “please work in my child’s life in the way that brings you the most glory and my child the most good.”  That transformation comes from faith, and faith is not something we have to muster up ourselves.  Faith is a gift from God (Ephesians 2:8-9) that comes from hearing the Word of Christ(Romans 10:17).  Lose yourself in Him, dear mommies, and sleep peacefully tonight knowing that we serve a very, very good God.