The Work To Home Movement

In the last several years there has been major growth in the number of moms who are leaving their high paying jobs and returning home to care for their children. Why has this been happening? I believe that many people are realizing that the decline in stay at home moms has been a major factor in the decline of the American family. In the past several decades we have seen a significant rise in the rates of crimes, teen pregnancy, childhood behavioral disorders, and violence.

I think that many moms have decided that enough is enough. They have decided that their children should be raised by a loving, nurturing mother and not a cold, impersonal daycare. I realize that there are some daycare providers that truly do love the children they care for, but unfortunately many only think of it as a job.

I feel that if we can educate mothers on how to manage a household on 1 income again the way our grandmothers did we will be able to make a difference. If you were to ask your grandmother if she would trade her time home with her kids for any of the toys or so called “needs” that many of us think we have to have today, I think she would say not a chance.

We only get one chance to raise our children. We only get one chance to teach them right from wrong and the way the Lord would want them to act. Readers I urge you to help keep this movement going. We can make a difference even if it is only in the lives of our own children. Who knows maybe someday they will be the one to touch the multitudes. God has a plan for each of them.

I am a happy SAHM who is passionate about helping other mothers fulfill their dreams of leaving their jobs to be at home with their children. I believe that the Lord has a calling on every mother to be a keeper at home. I am a mother to 2 children, Madison and Jackson, and the wife of Roger, the world\’s most supportive husand. I was born and raised in the great plains of Kansas where I still live today, and no I don\’t live on a farm. (Although I would love to some day)

This post was submitted by Lorrie Briggs.

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How I Know God

I knew God through the stories my mother read to me when I was a little girl: Jesus walking on water, helping the Samaritan woman, letting the children get close. I knew God when I prayed the Hail Mary before falling asleep, when I sang “Silent Night, Holy Night” while holding a sparkler in front of our Nativity Set on Christmas Eve. I knew God on Confirmation day when the dark brown cross around my neck threw a shadow on the long white robe I was wearing. The pictures that day show me serious and focused, a red rose in my hand, symbol of God’s unconditional love. I was too young to understand;
all I heard were the priest’s lectures about sin, redemption, and human unworthiness.

I avoided God through countless hours spent in cathedrals and monasteries all around France, listening to my parents’ depiction of devotion and sacrifice in the Middle Ages. I preferred the safety of the post card stand in the narthex and the timid lights of candles, 10 cents for a prayer heard and received…”Get me out of here!” I avoided God while practicing with the church choir and dreaming of mass-free Sundays and late breakfasts. The sound of the guitar in those icy walls never managed to warm my heart to His enduring presence.

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This post was submitted by Maryse Godet Copans.

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