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Great Questions To Ask Your Kids

by Kirstin Ricketts | Nov 6, 2019 | Faith Matters, Home Sweet Home, The Blog

There is power in the questions that we ask our people because it determines what we get to know of them, but even more importantly, because it shapes how they see their days and the way they put the world together. I asked my daughter where she saw God at school...

It’s Your Turn

by Kirstin Ricketts | Nov 4, 2019 | All The Things, Faith Matters, Home Sweet Home, The Blog

Toy sharing. It’s often the first social issue we encounter with our kids, and it seems to be both feared and over-processed by moms alike. When we attended the open house for my first born’s preschool, there was one toaster in the play kitchen, and it was...

My Return To Grateful

by Kirstin Ricketts | Nov 1, 2019 | All The Things, Faith Matters, The Blog

I am finding as I choose to inventory what I’m thankful for, it extends the moments, making them last longer as I linger and appreciate them. Let’s return to grateful. Try taking out a little notebook and starting a list. As I notice the truth of what is...

Let The Season Change You

by Kirstin Ricketts | Oct 28, 2019 | Faith Matters, The Blog

As the air turns and it becomes cool, I notice the leaves on the burning bushes around our home are starting to turn red. Their leaves begin to change one by one, some more quickly than others…but little by little, the season is changing them. As the air feels...

All The Bad Words

by Kirstin Ricketts | Oct 25, 2019 | Faith Matters, The Blog

As I listen to a rhyme that my kids are singing in unison, it makes me cringe because it reflects the desire to push the envelope just past what’s appropriate. At that moment, I must choose how to respond: Don’t sing that because you are better than that?...

How To Stop The Yelling

by Kirstin Ricketts | Oct 23, 2019 | Faith Matters, Home Sweet Home, The Blog

As we stepped over the sidewalk chalk drawings on the way into gymnastics, I noticed the pictures said the same thing over and over…”I want to go home.” You could see as we got closer to the door that an adult had inserted the word...