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<p>I confiscated every sword in the house. I was up to my ears in Samurai noises, battle sounds, and the infamous &#8220;shing-shing&#8221; sound effect of sword play. Moms of boys, aren&#8217;t we convinced that the &#8220;shing&#8221; noise develops in utero? I  am convinced. I took them all.  The nerf swords. The power blazers. The light &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/08/17/you-can-take-the-boy-away-from-the-sword/">Continue readin

<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