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<p>I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through His Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith.  And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power to grasp how wide and long and high and deep &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2013/06/01/teach-them-my-love/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>I was a school bus girl.  I rode the bus from my first day in kindergarten until I had my own car.  I lived on the very edge of the county line, so it took the bus a solid 25 minutes to get to my high school. As a sophomore, I vividly remember the sick &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/08/21/prayin-up-our-babies-a-bully-the-bridge/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>Putting the boys to bed was tough last night.  A sad good-bye to our last day of summer. They could have asked me anything yesterday and chances were high I would have said yes. &#8220;Wii?&#8221;  Yes. &#8220;Arcade?&#8221;  Yes. &#8220;Chick-fil-a?&#8221;  Yes &#8220;Movie?&#8221; A rental. Yes. &#8220;Ice cream?&#8221; Yes. But I get the cone. Just like that. Summer. Gone. &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/08/15/prayin-up-our-babie

<p>I was barely twenty-three years old and hard pressed to measure 5&#8217;4&#8243;  in my best wedge. It was my first fall semester as a new teacher.  ~Freshman and Sophomore English~  Did I mention I was twenty-three?  A shy eight-years-older than the students I taught. I can only imagine how seriously they did not take me. &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/08/13/prayin-up-our-babies-faculty-staff/">Continue reading <span class="meta-n

<p>I had to make it to the bank by five. It was 4:45. Brent was on his way home. We had only one hour of family time before he had to leave again for a meeting, the boys and I had just gotten back into town from a trip to Kentucky, and they had not &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/08/11/prayin-up-our-babies-give-us-some-peace/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>It was Saturday morning, August 9th, 2008.  Brent and I had welcomed our third son into the world the morning before.  He was barely twenty-four hours old.  My sweet Luke.  Our 08-08-08 little Lukie. My father-in-law (A.K.A. Pops) came early to the hospital room that morning to see the baby.  He and my mother-in-law are &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/08/09/prayin-up-our-babies-good-soil/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&ra

<p>My mind is swirling about the beginning of school.  Is yours? And when asking God where He would like us to begin our &#8220;Prayin&#8217; Up Our Babies&#8221; series, I hear from Him.  Loud and clear. The first prayer for my children&#8217;s school year, begins with me. Confession. Therefore confess your sins to one another and &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/08/08/prayin-up-our-babies-confession/">Continue reading <span class="met

<p>Didn&#8217;t I just take this picture? Our end-of-the-year school picnic seems only days ago. Summer?  Are we so close to saying goodbye? Since this picture we have beached it, parked it, picnicked it, pooled it, swam it, slid it, slept in, stayed up, picked beans, made smores, and watched Gabby win the Gold.  (Man I &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/08/07/prayin-up-our-babies/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a