Category Archives: God’s Faithfulness

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Captivating Heart: A Heart-healing Experience

“The nations will see your vindication,
and all kings your glory;
you will be called by a new name
that the mouth of the Lord will bestow.
You will be a crown of splendor in the Lord’s hand,
a royal diadem in the hand of your God.
No longer will they call you Deserted,
or name your land Desolate.
But you will be called Hephzibah,
and your land Beulah;
for the Lord will take delight in you,
and your land will be married.”  Isaiah 62:2-4

By: Jamie Smith

Those words, so simple, have a power that is difficult to truly fathom, right? How many of us as women have a name that we’ve given ourselves, or by others that tells us who we think we are. I’m not talking about names like Jamie or Sue. I’m talking about “in the way” or “ugly” or … enter Satan’s name for you here.

The truth is, God delights in us. Did you read that? Read it again. He delights in us. He doesn’t love us out of obligation, he takes joy in his children. As a woman of God, you are a child of the King. He has many names for each of us, and they are all beautiful. Let me share some of the names God has given me recently: glory, treasure, warrior princess, mine.

I think this is an idea that I will forever be exploring, be re-believing. I first came to hear of this concept at the first Captivating Heart retreat last year.  As a member of the planning committee this year, I want to invite Mosaic of Moms readers to attend the 2013 Captivating Heart retreat. Continue reading

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The Small Life

“Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?” John 6:9

By: Jennifer Mullen

My life is a small life. I live in a small house.  In a small neighborhood. In a small town.  In a small state.

My husband and I have a small bank account.  A small budget.

My job is to take care our small children.  I teach a small group of pre-schoolers and a small group of high schoolers.

I write for a small blog.

Small does not equate insignificant. Continue reading

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The MOMS are in Time Out

“To everything there is a season…” Ecclesiastes 3:1a

By: Jennifer Mullen

(Scroll to the bottom to see the survival guide.)

Everything has its season. Being a teacher, I have kept a school calendar since I started kindergarten…well I guess that would be since I knew what a calendar was. 🙂 It is summer time, and it is time to refuel!

The MOMS feel that it is time to take a sabbatical from the blog.  Gretchen and I both have children who will be entering kindergarten in a few weeks.  Sarah’s eldest child will be starting his college career.  Dana is busy making preparations for the next year as co-coordinator of her MOPS group. Jennifer Clark is on her summer break at school.  And Kerri is adjusting to her new surroundings half-way across the world.  It is vital that we recognize the importance of transition for each of these seasons in our own lives and allow ourselves to give undivided attention to our situations. We plan to return in mid-August. Continue reading

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In All Circumstances: The Heartache of Miscarriage

“Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you” 1 Thessalonians 5:18.

By Guest Contributor: Heather Sines

mosaicOver the years I have heard of, and have known a few, people who have had a miscarriage.  While I couldn’t identify with them I did wonder how they dealt with it.  How hard that must be to lose a most wanted child.  Because of that, I didn’t know what to say to them or even if I should say anything.

In November of 2011, four days before Thanksgiving, I found out I was pregnant with baby #2.  Our son was only 8 months old, and I was a little shocked at the thought of have 2 kids so close together.  My husband, on the other hand, was excited and thought it would be fun.  Slowly his enthusiasm rubbed off on me and I started planning.  We would need another crib, a double stroller, I would need to pull out all of the baby clothes. The  lists started. One week later it wouldn’t matter. I had started miscarrying. We had just moved to the area and I still didn’t have a doctor. I didn’t know who to call or where to go. After my husband called around, he found a VERY nice doctor that squeezed me into his busy schedule. He explained the different possibilities and calmed my nerves. He said if I was indeed miscarrying I would know soon.  And I did. Continue reading

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Living the Adventure

“He said, ‘Come.’ So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and came to Jesus.”  Matt. 14:29

By: Dana Baran

I come from a family of adventurers. When I was ten, we sold our house in Southern California and moved to the mountains of Colorado, where we lived on thirty-five acres off a mile long dirt road. Winters were long (did I mention our only heat source was a wood stove?) and summers were beautiful. A few years later we leased out our house, bought a motor-home, and spent the next year touring the U.S. and Canada. We made it to forty-seven of the lower forty-eight States (somehow we missed Michigan, chased away by the man-sized mosquitoes no doubt). When I was seventeen I decided to raise money for a mission trip that would take me to France, England, and Northern Ireland (this was in 1998, just months after the last cease-fire agreement was signed). My parents gave me their full blessing and support, though Mom shakes her head now wondering how she ever let me go. At twenty-four I gave up a great job teaching fourth grade in order to spend a year teaching kindergarten at a Christian school in Santa Cruz, Bolivia. I did not speak Spanish. I did not know how to teach kindergarten (my certification was 4-8 grade). After marrying my husband, we had more adventures together…swimming with stingrays, racing around on a speedboat, floating down an underground river, climbing up the side of a waterfall.IMG_1376Then came the ultimate adventure, becoming a mom. Talk about a game-changer! Suddenly I’m responsible for a tiny, helpless being that I love more than anything in the world, who makes being spontaneous impossible and who zaps my energy quicker than it takes to heat a cold cup of coffee in the microwave. As I’ve adjusted to nap schedules and diaper bags I’ve found that my sense of adventure has waned. It happened so gradually I didn’t even notice it until God brought it to my attention on this past Memorial Day. Continue reading