Childlike Faith

This weekend my brothers were over at our place. They arrived with excitement to see our new home and my kids were happy to give them a tour.

So, my daughter has been asking us to go to a trampoline park since her birthday. COVID happened and that was the end of schedules, parties, and things.

Next, it was summer. I teach Cindee how it is nice to use the free parks and lakes to play in the sand in the summer to enjoy the nice weather outside.

So we held off going to the “jumpy” park until fall. With a lot of kids, the price quickly adds up. So we wanted to make it a special occasion when we visited.

We thought it was a good time to visit while my brothers were in town on a rainy day. And was offering a special discount! Hey, I’ll take it!

Skyzone was a thrill. Even my 2 and 3-year-olds had a blast.

Then, nearing the end of their jump time, the unfortunate happened. Teyt twisted his ankle.

He hobbled (with the help of my sister) to the bench and laid down. His time of bouncing came to an end. He was in tears. The poor kid.

When we arrived back home he ate some supper and went to sleep.

Later he awoke and slid down the stairway to tell me his ankle hurt. He was in tears again. I asked him if he wanted pain medication. I was glad when he responded yes. I brought him some water with Tylenol pills. He refused to take them. I tried to bribe and coach him how to take the little, tiny, easy -to -swallow pills. He cried and said no.

Then I said, “Well, I don’t know what else to do for you teyt.”

Then I thought pray. (DUH! Of course.)

We got some olive oil from our kitchen cupboard to pray for his little ankle. Just like the apostles prayed for the sick people in the Bible.

And they were driving out many demons, anointing many sick people with olive oil, and healing them.
Mark 6:13

I started by asking him if he believed he would be healed when we prayed. In broken tears, he replied, “yes.”

I led him through a simple prayer. We asked God to heal his muscles, tendons, bones, anything that wasn’t normal to be placed back and that the pain would stop because by his stripes we are healed.

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5

When we finished he wiped his tears and he was thinking. I asked how does your foot feel? He said, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

We lifted our hands and thanked God. This time I led him through a prayer of thanksgiving. Afterward he walked up the stairs to the bedroom.

In a few minutes, he yelled to me from his bed to come to him. This time he said his head hurt. (Probably from crying hard for too long.)

I asked if he wanted prayer for his head. He nodded yes.

We prayed again and God answered our prayer again! He stopped and thought for a moment. He said, “my headache is gone. It’s gone.”

We praised and thanked God some more. God is our healer!

When Jesus became aware of this, He withdrew from there. Huge crowds followed Him, and He healed them all.
Matthew 12:15

God built his faith. I’m thankful for the impact this experience had on us. It was faith-building for me too!

Nobody can talk you out of an experience you have with God. You just know that you know that you know!

This root of faith is now a part of his foundation in Jesus.

Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
Matthew 18:4

Have you experienced a miracle in your life that you will never forget? I’d love to hear about it.

Thanks for reading. -Tonya

God Winks

The past few weeks I have been wishing Micah had some easy-slip on sandals.

Today as I got the kids ready to go outside again I was reminded of how he could use some sandals. I was careful to not say my thoughts out loud in front of him or my other children because we really have all we have need of here in America.

About 3 minutes after I sent Micah out to the back yard to play, he runs inside the kitchen where I am finishing cleaning up breakfast and doing dishes. With a big smile and a look of excitement, my little 3-year-old boy comes racing around the corner almost dropping the “like new” croc sandals he’s hugging in his arms.

“Where did you find those shoes?” I asked.

He happily replied, “Cindee (his older sister) found them under the deck!”

“Let’s try them on,” I said as I took the bright blue crocs out of his little arms and knelt down at his feet. I thought, “I sure hope these fit him, he’ll be sad if they don’t.

I slipped on one shoe, He squealed “They fit Mom, yes they do fit Mom! “

They were the his perfect size.

Rob and I don’t remember purchasing them. I could have and just not remember, but having them show up at that exact moment was definitely a God wink.

God is personal! God really does care about us and our own little lives. He cares about the small things. Our small things.

Just a thought, when we go to the stores and malls and buy buy buy anything and everything we want, it makes it hard to give God a chance to do these kinds of small miracles in our lives.

These “God winks” absolutely increase our faith and the faith in our children.

This is a testimony to me. My children can look back and this remember for years.

I hope to encourage someone today.

Matthew 6:8…” Your Father knows what you have need of before you ask.”

Don’t get me wrong. Sometimes my kids and I, yes even me, (cringe face) are ungrateful. Impatient. Frustrated. Irritated.

My kids throw the biggest tantrums because their Ol’ Momma won’t give them thirds on ice cream, won’t let them play with scissors, won’t give them candy for breakfast, or let them have screen time all day!

One night I awoke with worship on my heart. I spent 30 minutes in the wee hours of the night on my knees in my living room telling Jesus how good and wonderful He is.

I started praying for my children. God, help Micah go in the potty, he just forgets when he’s playing or he doesn’t want to take the time to actually just go.

I said, “He just doesn’t get it.” To which the Lord replied, “Neither do you.”

I throw fits too. Some days I just need a friend to sit down, chat with, share some things on my heart over coffee, but instead, I’m surrounded with toddlers all day.

When I’m tired of cleaning the kitchen and sweeping the floor, but still tomorrow comes and I have to do it all over again. There is no end in sight.

Some days, I just don’t get it. I am reminded, thank you, God, I have a kitchen. I have food to cook. I have healthy children to clean up after. I have dishes to put in the dishwasher. I have a husband that comes home from work. Thanks for supplying our need, Jesus.

We need His grace. We need His help. We need His mercy.

Because of the Lord ’s faithful love we do not perish, for His mercies never end. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness!
Lamentations 3:22‭-‬23

So you see, we are ALL a work in progress. We will continue to be until we reach our heavenly home.

Until then, be on the look out for God winks in your life. Share a story of your own God wink in the comments. I’d love to hear about it!

Thanks for reading.

Simply Honest

During this quarantine, my children and our neighbor’s daughter have become “fence pals.” They eagerly await their friend to come out and play. They look forward to each others faces, smiles, and little talks. They seem to play by that fence more often. It’s located in the very back of our yard. They look through the metal wires as they tell jokes and laugh together. I’ve looked over across the back yard at times to see them just sitting up against the fence playing in the dirt. They are content just to be in one another’s presence. Not saying a word.

It reminded me of my pen pal days. I was in middle school, I wrote letters to what seemed like the air. I was asking questions and describing myself, such as hobbies I enjoyed, family life, and school days. I was trying to get to know this stranger of a peer on the other side of what I thought was the world, really it was more like the other side of the state.

Our friendship grew as we exchanged letters. One day my teacher walked around the room delivering the pen pal letters. She went around the entire room and I was left empty handed. I was so sad. I thought my new friend had forgot about me. I felt unloved and rejected. Silly really, but I was only a child.

Sometimes, God may feel unloved and rejected. When we are so busy going about our day we don’t even remember to stop and think about Him. The Bible says God is a jealous God. Our priorities show through our actions not our words. Time spent with Jesus always makes the day go better anyway.

The following month she wrote back to me that she had been sick. She had to stay home from school and was not able to write me a letter. She apologized sincerely.

After her honest explanation, it made me feel so much better. My heart softened. I feft bad for feeling negatively toward her. Our relationship was mended and it flourished.

God wants us to be honest with Him. We have good intentions. We mean to pray everyday. We mean to read our Bibles daily. We mean to pray with our kids before each meal. We want to always be thankful and never complaining.

Truth is…. We Mess Up!

When we fail, we feel like failures. God doesn’t want to talk to me, I lost my cool during lunch time again. We feel inadequate. We fall short, but…. Moms YOU are enough!


God just wants our honest talks. He wants our truthfulness. His grace and His mercy is readily available for us. When we simply apologize, but sincerely, it just melts God’s heart.


Because of the Lord’s faithful love we do not perish, for his mercies never end. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness! Lamentations 3:22-23

It’s like when I come into the kitchen and see my kids made a complete mess of things, the first thing I want to do is scream, but then they say, “Sorry Mom, we were just trying to pour a drink and get a snack, but it spilled all over.” I can’t help but soften my tone and tilt my head and say, “Oh, it’s ok, let me help.” Or when my boys track mud into the house. They say, “Oh Mom, I forgot to take my shoes off.” We can’t help but be sympathetic. It changes our heart and attitude immediately. We choose to offer grace instead of judgement. We offer mercy by holding holding back the consequences.

If we will only be open and honest with God it melts His heart. He’s our Daddy. We can grow deeper in our relationship with Him when we are honest… Simply honest. He offers grace and mercy to us every morning. He’s desires you!

Abraham Lincoln was first called “Honest Abe” while he was working as a young store clerk. The story goes, whenever he realized he had shortchanged a customer, even by only few pennies, he would close the shop and deliver the correct change, no matter how far he had to walk.

Here’s a prayer you can pray over your family today,

Thank you God for Your thoughts of goodness toward me. Your banner over me is love. You knew me before You made me, and You made me wonderfully! I stand before You like glass. Transparent. With nothing to hide. I’m shattered. You just desire me. Every single piece. You know where I mess up. You see where I struggle. Take control over that area. Guard my mouth and mind to say and think things that are good, lovely, and peaceful. Help me to be honest with You. Help me to realize I need Your grace daily and help me to accept it. I give You all of me. All of my mistakes. All of my weaknesses. Lord, You make me whole. You make complete. You love me for me. I want to Love You for You. Honestly, I need you, Jesus. Amen.

Did you get a chance to experience a pen pal as a child? How about a friend who you haven’t seen in years, but are still able to keep in touch with? What is a lesson you’ve learned from being honest?

I’d like to hear about it. Thanks for reading!