Being a mother is like wandering through a maze-- there are so many twists and turns that we often lose our way. As a young mom raising three energetic boys (one with Autism Spectrum Disorder and another with Tourette Syndrome), I can attest to feeling puzzled, helpless, and exhausted. Mama’s Maze is intended to encourage and uplift Christian mothers as we walk together in the ministry of motherhood. Let’s journey together!
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Remembering Who Christmas is Really About
Christmas Holiday is here. We have spent
a lot of time shopping for the perfect gifts for our loved ones. Hoping that, with each gift, they will know how much we love them and care
about them. By now we have probably purchased all of the necessary ingredients
for our Christmas dinner or in my case, made a list of all of the
relatives/friends whose dinners I plan to crash. Christmas is indeed one of my
favorite times of the year.
This year we are
able to enjoy Christmas with both sides of the family and it truly has been a
blessing. Watching the boys excitement about Christmas grow each day has
brought a lot of joy to my face. No gift we give each other can compare to the
memories that we are making at this moment.
But let's ask
ourselves "What, or rather, Who is really important?" In all of our
yuletide festivities, let's not forget that Jesus is the reason for Christmas.
That it is his birth that we celebrate. We celebrate the One who would one day
give his life to deliver us from our sins. Whether you believe his birthday is
actually December 25th or some other day, it does not change the significance
of his birth. I am so grateful for
Christ, the greatest gift to this world.
As you celebrate
this season with your loved ones, enjoy your time together, love each other,
and make memories. But don't forget to
acknowledge the guest of honor, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Hey everyone! Thanks for stopping by to check out my new blog—Mama's Maze. I am truly excited about starting this blog. God placed this on my heart a while ago so it is awesome to see it come to fruition. I have never done anything like this before, so I am thrilled about venturing into uncharted territory. Writing is a passion of mine, and I love talking about the goodness of God. So what better way to put the two together than in a blog. How did I come up with the name Mama's Maze? Well, one day as I was pondering on what the name of this blog would be, I thought about my experiences as a mother. I mean, after being in the game for five years now, what could I compare motherhood to? After much thought, the word "maze" came to mind. If you have ever been in a maze or played some type of game that had one, you know it can be challenging, frustrating, and rewarding if you ever make it through. There are so many twists and turns that it can be quite overwhelm
On a recent visit to our local library, I checked out a few DVDs for the boys to watch while I completed a few tasks around the house. They fell in love with a certain DVD that contained a few popular children's stories. One story they were particularly fond of was The Three Little Pigs. After playing the DVD numerous times, the boys began to memorize the story and from then on all they could talk about (and sing about) were the three pigs and the big bad wolf. As they attempted to tell me about this classic fable, I began to think of the story from a spiritual aspect and how it can be applied in our daily battle with Satan, who is "the Big Bad Wolf" in our lives. Much like the wolf in this story, Satan goes out "seeking whom he may devour" (1 Peter 5:8). And you know what; sometimes we can exhibit some of the same the qualities as those pigs. Maybe we are like the first pig who built his house with straw- a very weak material and foundatio
With April being Autism Awareness Month, I thought it would be the appropriate time to share our story thus far as it relates to having a child on the autism spectrum. I had planned to tell this story earlier, but it just never seemed like the right time. I wanted to be as transparent as possible in sharing our story, so this may take more than one blog post. Also, in a later post, my husband will be sharing his personal reflections on how this journey with autism has affected him as a father and husband. Please know that our story will not be the same as other families because all children with autism are not the same. It is my hope that we can encourage others who may be on this same journey, as well as enlighten others about autism spectrum disorder. So here's our story: To look at our firstborn, Jason, Jr., you would think he is an exact replica of his father, Big Jason. When he was born, there was no doubt of which parent he looked like. Jason, Jr., was our answered