Children are the Most Important Work


“Children are not a distraction from more important work. They are the most important work.” – Dr. John Trainer

I was reading the latest issue of the No Greater Joy magazine the other day and came across this quote in one of their articles, and it really stuck out to me. It’s something I need to remind myself of every single day, and a blatant truth I must never let myself forget.

“Our children ARE our ministry. Sometimes I think I want to go OUT and tell people about Jesus. I want to do some kind of big ministry that’s bigger than me and affects the whole world. Maybe we should go to Africa or something. But then I look at my three babies and I realize their young, thirsty souls are my ministry right now. Maybe there’s a future for us in foreign missions… I don’t know. But right now, they are what God gave me to change the world.” -Hannah Stoll

It may be easy at times to look past the daily ordinary and think we could be doing so much more for God, so many bigger things for Him out there in the world that affect so many people. Changing diapers and wiping little faces and cleaning up the living room for the hundredth time in a day can be exhausting, and can feel like we’re not doing anything huge or important. But what we need to remember is that we were given this mom life for a reason, and our kids are the huge and important things of this world.

Sure, there may be people whose calling is to get out there and teach the Gospel to thousands of people, or feed orphans and widows on the other side of the world. That may sound so much better and more world-changing than cleaning the house and soothing a screaming baby and cooking supper every single night with a kid on our hip, but if that’s where we are in this moment, then that’s where God wants us to be right now. Things may change, but right here, right now, these little people are what’s most important, and to God they mean more than anything else. He gave you this job because He knew you could do it beautifully, and He knows you can do it even on the messy days.

Those little souls we’re raising are so very important–eternally important–and we cannot afford to take our God-given responsibility lightly, by any means. They are our ministry, they are the next generation, and raising them to be lights in the world and soldiers for God is the biggest job there is.

You’re doing a great job, momma! Happy Mother’s Day. ❤

Be There



This day and age we all have smart phones, or some type of cool camera that we’ve got on hand 24/7. We’re practically attached to our electronic devices, virtually glued to a screen.

I go to the park, to the library, to the grocery store, even, and see moms on their phones while their kids are playing, talking, laughing. A lot of times the mom is on her phone because she’s taking a picture or video of her lovely kids.

I get it. I’ve been there. I’m there a lot. Now that I’m a mom myself I love snapping photos of every little milestone or cute face or fun activity I don’t want to ever forget. I find myself taking a dozen or more pictures a day sometimes, and several videos frequently.

But as I watch others doing it too, it strikes me– are my efforts to capture precious moments on my camera actually robbing me from truly soaking up the moment to treasure in my heart forever? Am I really spending those wonderful moments with my daughter, or am I simply her paparazzi and videographer?

Even if I remember every moment I snap a picture of, will she remember? Or will she only remember her childhood filled with Mommy’s face hidden behind an electronic device?

I’m not trying to say that we should quit taking pictures or videos. No, I’m all for saving those sweet moments of our growing children. I’m just saying (to myself!) that maybe I should make less pictures and more memories. Maybe I should put down the phone and camera and pick up my baby. Maybe I should use my fingers more for tickling and playing than for typing about all my kid’s sweet and silly antics to post on Facebook or Instgram.

None of these things is wrong, but I want to try to use my screens in moderation, and love and play and make memories with my daughter in liberation. You’ll still see me holding my camera, not able to resist the urge to capture a memory with film (or whatever it’s technically called these days), but I want to take more of those chances to witness the whole scene with my own eyes, uninterrupted by an electronic device.

I don’t want to just witness and record my baby’s growing up– I want to be there when she does.

~Courtney Faith

Reviving Chivalry


I work at a quaint little herb shop in my hometown about twice a week. We sell teas, coffee, some organic foods, and a large variety of vitamins and capsuled herbs.

Some days are not very busy, so I have time to read or crochet or write articles for my blog. That’s where I am today, sitting in a cushioned wooden chair, listening to the radio and the constant rumble of traffic outside. Every once in a while someone stops by; usually for something specific or with a question, and other times just out of curiosity. We have some of the nicest customers, most of which are our “regulars” as we call them. I haven’t worked here for very long, but I’ve already met so many wonderful people and made new friends (mostly sweet ladies who call me “Darlin’,” “Baby,” “Sweetheart,” etc.).

This afternoon a very sweet woman, who I’d met once before, came in for one specific item. She had trouble getting around so I closed the shop door behind her and went to the shelf to get her what she needed. We spoke for a while, and let me tell you, that lady is precious. When she was ready to leave, she asked me if it would be any trouble for me to get the door for her again. Of course I didn’t mind at all. We talked some more as she slowly made her way back out into the cold. I asked if she wanted me to go out and open her car door and she happily accepted my offer. She took my arm as she stepped off the curb onto the street and said with a chuckle, “I trust you more than I trust this cane.” When she got into her vehicle she thanked me and told me, “Somebody’s had some good raisin’!” and went on to say that “we old people” need and appreciate all the help they can get.

It’s sad that the elderly–or anyone, really– have to experience such an absence of chivalry these days. It’s not hardly expected anymore! The weaker and feebler people shouldn’t have to do so much on their own when there are others around who can help. I see strong young people who don’t hold the door for the person behind them even when it is so convenient. Even those who are perfectly capable of doing things themselves shouldn’t be without help when around other capable individuals. All of us who can help should look for opportunities to be chivalrous and take those chances whenever they come.

So, this poses a question: Why have the simple acts of chivalry disappeared so?

Is it that we just hate helping others anymore? Hopefully that isn’t the case. Most likely, it is not.

Is it that we have gotten so busy and caught up in our lives (and ourselves in general) that we simply forget to lend a helping hand, especially when it is even a bit out of our way to do so? That very well could be part of the problem.

But I think it has to do with the way my generation has been taught. (Yes, the majority of this impoliteness is the young people.) When the sweet lady complimented me today, she was really complimenting my parents, and all those older than me who have set the Golden Rule example for me to follow. There are far too many from my parents’ generation who have forgotten one thing: that my generation is watching, and whether we want to admit it or not, we are following in their footsteps. The parents who don’t teach politeness/manners/chivalry will most likely have kids that don’t have politeness/manners/chivalry.

So, what’s the solution to this absence of chivalry? We might not be able to convince everyone else that they should be helping others, but we can make a difference in ourselves, by the way we go about doing things.

Open doors. Give up your seat. Speak up and speak respectfully. Say “thank you.”

If we make an effort to be kinder, to think more highly of others than ourselves, and put others’ needs before our own, then we can change the next generation by teaching them by example to do the same.

We have to not only put chivalry “back in style,” we have to make it a habit. A solid, desirable habit that we all have and is expected of us once again.

“Somebody’s had some good raisin’!” Why, yes ma’am, I have, and I’m very thankful for that.

Pass the kindness along, and let this compliment be true of all of us.

Have a blessed day!


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