By Meredith Mills @DazzledByTheSon Why can’t I just say “no”? I was a slave, bound by my own desires and cravings. Food was my master and I regularly did its bidding. Hungry or not, it didn’t matter. Delicious food or mediocre, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t stop myself. I was powerless to change. And I … Continue reading Subduing Sin
by Meredith Mills @DazzledByTheSon Don’t you love a good treasure hunt? My tween daughter wanted a detective party for her birthday last year, so my husband planned the treasure hunt to end all birthday party treasure hunts. It was incredible. The clues were crazy hard, but the girls embraced the challenge and finally deciphered them all by … Continue reading
Maaaaaaaama! Can you help me? Can you fix this? Find that? Look at this? Open that? Change this? Mama, I need you! If you’re a parent, you get it. You know what it’s like to repeatedly change your agenda because someone needs you. You know the reality of days spent helping. It’s what we parents do. … Continue reading Help!
by Meredith Mills @DazzledByTheSon Last week, my hubby was out of town for a business convention, which left me home alone with the kids. We had a good time together, trying to stay busy and not miss Daddy too much (hard to do!) Two days in a row, we drove out of town to meet friends … Continue reading Shields are Not Just for Superheroes
by Meredith Mills @DazzledByTheSon Of all the activities we do as a family, reading together is one of my favorite. We’ve sailed to faraway lands, met giants and even escaped from a cyclops. We’ve been imprisoned with missionaries, dined with royalty and ridden a flying horse. Oh, the adventures we’ve had! The best books, my … Continue reading Not Safe, but Good
by Meredith Mills @DazzledByTheSon I’ll never forget what I saw that day. I had heard of slavery, but to me it was a remote problem - a shameful period in our nation's history and a distant atrocity in far-away lands. And then I saw them. Flesh and blood people trapped in the insidious web of … Continue reading Redeemed and Set Free
I have a garden this year. I love saying that. It feels so…earthy. So…natural. So…not me. You see, I’m not really a gardener. I want to be. I try to be. But I get a bit lost when plants don’t just...grow. I put the seeds in the ground, so now they should do their thing. … Continue reading The Gardener