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We're Killing Our Kids and Calling it Love
When I was growing up, one of the worst insults that could be hurled at a child (or his parents) was that he was a spoiled brat. It was a phrase that wasn’t used very often, but when it was, it stung. No one wanted to hear the perception that a child was spoiled. Now, we hardly hear the phrase, but maybe it’s because so many children are spoiled. Has the phrase decreased as the problem increased?
Why I’ll Never Stop Asking Questions About My Faith
By: Jennie Scott My faith looks like a drama in three parts. Act 1: Questions. Does God see me? Can he hear me? How could he possibly love me? Am I really going to heaven? Is the rapture going to happen tonight? I think I sinned again — am I going to hell now? What happens to people in countries who don’t know about Jesus? Can I listen to music that isn’t Christian? Does God want me to be a teacher? Does God love women as much as men? Does God tune me out when I repeat my prayers?
When Rejection Ruins Who You Thought You Were – 96five Family Radio
For me, recovering from rejection is a moment by moment decision to retrain my thoughts from feeling worthless to worthy. By 96five Wednesday 16 Dec 2020 By: Jennie Scott When you’ve experienced rejection in your life, a serious rejection of all that you are, you see everything through the lens of being unwanted and unworthy. Worthless, as a matter of fact, and disposable.
When God’s Timing Tests Your Trust
By: Jennie Scott My phone rang, and when I glanced at the caller, immediately my heart began to pound. The illuminated screen showed the caller was the school district I had just interviewed with, so the news would be either very good or very bad. Either they wanted me or they didn’t. This call would tell the tale. I needed a job, and I needed it badly. Years before, I had taught 7th grade English full-time, but when my children were born, I left work to mother them full-time.
When God’s Timing Tests Your Trust – 96five Family Radio
FONT SIZE: By 96five Tuesday 11 Aug 2020 By: Jennie Scott My phone rang, and when I glanced at the caller, immediately my heart began to pound. The illuminated screen showed the caller was the school district I had just interviewed with, so the news would be either very good or very bad. Either they wanted me or they didn’t. This call would tell the tale. I needed a job, and I needed it badly.
When God’s Timing Tests Your Trust
My phone rang, and when I glanced at the caller, immediately my heart began to pound. The illuminated screen showed the caller was the school district I had just interviewed with, so the news would be either very good or very bad. Either they wanted me or they didn’t. This call would tell the tale. I needed a job, and I needed it badly. Years before, I had taught 7th grade English full-time, but when my children were born, I left work to mother them full-time.
Ten Things I Want My Tween Son to Know – 96five Family Radio
FONT SIZE: By 96five Tuesday 4 Aug 2020 By: Jennie Scott OK, son. You’re in that weird stage right now where you’re technically not a teenager yet, but you’re not a little kid anymore, either. I know it’s super strange. Your body is changing, your voice is sounding different, and your brain is struggling to keep up.The next few years are going to be different for both you and for me.
Ten Things I Want My Tween Son to Know
By: Jennie Scott OK, son. You’re in that weird stage right now where you’re technically not a teenager yet, but you’re not a little kid anymore, either. I know it’s super strange. Your body is changing, your voice is sounding different, and your brain is struggling to keep up.The next few years are going to be different for both you and for me. I’ve been thinking about some things you should know, and while this list is definitely not exhaustive, I figure it’s a good start. 1.
Why Mending What’s Broken Always Means Moving – 96five Family Radio
By: Jennie Scott I lay immobile on the operating table. Numb from the chest down, I could only watch as nurses draped the sterile field of my abdomen with blue cloth. They counted gauze strips and scalpels, forceps and scissors. They prepared my body for the birth of my child, a birth in which I would be a passive observer. Things were not going as I planned. Thankfully, I couldn’t feel the incision dissecting my abdomen, the scalpel cutting through muscle to reach to my baby.
Why Mending What’s Broken Always Means Moving
By: Jennie Scott I lay immobile on the operating table. Numb from the chest down, I could only watch as nurses draped the sterile field of my abdomen with blue cloth. They counted gauze strips and scalpels, forceps and scissors. They prepared my body for the birth of my child, a birth in which I would be a passive observer. Things were not going as I planned. Thankfully, I couldn’t feel the incision dissecting my abdomen, the scalpel cutting through muscle to reach to my baby.
Why Mending What’s Broken Always Means Moving
By: Jennie Scott I lay immobile on the operating table. Numb from the chest down, I could only watch as nurses draped the sterile field of my abdomen with blue cloth. They counted gauze strips and scalpels, forceps and scissors. They prepared my body for the birth of my child, a birth in which I would be a passive observer. Things were not going as I planned. Thankfully, I couldn’t feel the incision dissecting my abdomen, the scalpel cutting through muscle to reach to my baby.
What Your Friend Really Needs When Their Going Through a Divorce
So you found out your friend is going through a divorce. She may have called you herself, or you may have heard through the grapevine that her marriage is ending, as half of all do. As a friend, you want to be there, but you’re unsure of what that means. Do you call? Do you ask how she is? My own divorce is now years old, but whenever I hear of another marriage crumbling, my heart is quickened to the needs I had back then, and my deepest desire is to give what is really needed.
What Your Friend Really Needs When Their Going Through a Divorce
By: Jennie Scott So you found out your friend is going through a divorce. She may have called you herself, or you may have heard through the grapevine that her marriage is ending, as half of all do. As a friend, you want to be there, but you’re unsure of what that means. Do you call? Do you ask how she is? Just what is it she really needs?
The Insanity of Listening to Everyone’s Opinions
0 0 By: Jennie Scott Today, I spoke these words when I saw my Facebook feed: “That’s it. If you don’t bring me joy, you’re gone.” And I meant it. I’ve written before about giving yourself permission to unfollow people on social media, and today I needed to take my own advice again. My feeds had become a cesspool of negativity, judgement, misunderstandings, and deliberate attacks. People who don’t even speak face to face fight via a keyboard. With every scroll, I became more irritated.
The Insanity of Listening to Everyone’s Opinions
By: Jennie Scott Today, I spoke these words when I saw my Facebook feed: “That’s it. If you don’t bring me joy, you’re gone.” And I meant it. I’ve written before about giving yourself permission to unfollow people on social media, and today I needed to take my own advice again. My feeds had become a cesspool of negativity, judgement, misunderstandings, and deliberate attacks. People who don’t even speak face to face fight via a keyboard. With every scroll, I became more irritated.
Making Peace with the Life You Didn’t Plan
The life you’re living right now – the schedule you keep, the unexpected twists and turns, the dissatisfaction you feel – it isn’t exactly what you pictured, is it? Pulse 94.1 is proudly supported by: The job you lost without explanation. The husband who left and gave another his name. The bills you can’t pay and the house you can’t keep. The family that’s imploding. The diagnosis that took your breath.
To the Mum Who Thought She’d Be Better at Mothering
When I was a little girl, all I wanted to be was a mother. Sure, I played around with being a marine biologist (who knew you had to be good at science?!), and I would teach school to my dolls and stuffed animals. I dreamed of being an ice skater when the winter Olympics were on, and I toyed with the idea of being a journalist. I considered different careers, but in my heart, I knew my greatest desire was to be a mum.
To the Mum Who Thought She’d Be Better at Mothering
By: Jennie Scott When I was a little girl, all I wanted to be was a mother. Sure, I played around with being a marine biologist (who knew you had to be good at science?!), and I would teach school to my dolls and stuffed animals. I dreamed of being an ice skater when the winter Olympics were on, and I toyed with the idea of being a journalist. I considered different careers, but in my heart, I knew my greatest desire was to be a mum. And now I am.
For The Woman Who’s Always Falling Short – 96five Family Radio
By: Jennie Scott I prepared a healthy lunch… but left it in the refrigerator. I made sure my kids had everything they needed for school… but forgot to send in a note about a transportation change. I started the laundry before work… but got distracted and left the wet clothes in the washing machine all day. Every single day, it seems, I mess something up. Sometimes it’s small, like a load of laundry that can be rewashed, but sometimes it’s major, like unkind words that damage a relationship.
For The Woman Who’s Always Falling Short
November 19, 2019 beitsafedaniel 0 By: Jennie Scott I prepared a healthy lunch… but left it in the refrigerator. I made sure my kids had everything they needed for school… but forgot to send in a note about a transportation change. I started the laundry before work… but got distracted and left the wet clothes in the washing machine all day. Every single day, it seems, I mess something up.
For The Woman Who’s Always Falling Short
By: Jennie Scott I prepared a healthy lunch… but left it in the refrigerator. I made sure my kids had everything they needed for school… but forgot to send in a note about a transportation change. I started the laundry before work… but got distracted and left the wet clothes in the washing machine all day. Every single day, it seems, I mess something up. Sometimes it’s small, like a load of laundry that can be rewashed, but sometimes it’s major, like unkind words that damage a relationship.
For The Woman Who’s Always Falling Short
November 19, 2019 beitsafedaniel 0 By: Jennie Scott I prepared a healthy lunch… but left it in the refrigerator. I made sure my kids had everything they needed for school… but forgot to send in a note about a transportation change. I started the laundry before work… but got distracted and left the wet clothes in the washing machine all day. Every single day, it seems, I mess something up.
For The Woman Who’s Always Falling Short
By: Jennie Scott I prepared a healthy lunch… but left it in the refrigerator. I made sure my kids had everything they needed for school… but forgot to send in a note about a transportation change. I started the laundry before work… but got distracted and left the wet clothes in the washing machine all day. Every single day, it seems, I mess something up. Sometimes it’s small, like a load of laundry that can be rewashed, but sometimes it’s major, like unkind words that damage a relationship.
For The Woman Who’s Always Falling Short
By: Jennie Scott I prepared a healthy lunch… but left it in the refrigerator. I made sure my kids had everything they needed for school… but forgot to send in a note about a transportation change. I started the laundry before work… but got distracted and left the wet clothes in the washing machine all day. Every single day, it seems, I mess something up. Sometimes it’s small, like a load of laundry that can be rewashed, but sometimes it’s major, like unkind words that damage a relationship.
For The Woman Who's Always Falling Short
By: Jennie Scott I prepared a healthy lunch… but left it in the refrigerator. I made sure my kids had everything they needed for school… but forgot to send in a note about a transportation change. I started the laundry before work… but got distracted and left the wet clothes in the washing machine all day. Every single day, it seems, I mess something up. Sometimes it’s small, like a load of laundry that can be rewashed, but sometimes it’s major, like unkind words that damage a relationship.
Why I’m Telling You I Saw a Counsellor – 96five Family Radio
FONT SIZE: By 96five Contributors Thursday 11 Jul 2019 By: Jennie Scott I couldn’t find my way out. Eight years ago, after my marriage fell apart and my labels became “divorced” and “single mum,” my world lost its colour. All around me, I saw only black and white. Mostly black. Mostly darkness. It makes me think of driving in the fog, where my headlights are on and they’re pushing the light as far as they can, but an invisible force reaches out and pushes it back.
Why I'm Telling You I Saw a Counsellor
By: Jennie Scott I couldn’t find my way out. Eight years ago, after my marriage fell apart and my labels became “divorced” and “single mum,” my world lost its colour. All around me, I saw only black and white. Mostly black. Mostly darkness. It makes me think of driving in the fog, where my headlights are on and they’re pushing the light as far as they can, but an invisible force reaches out and pushes it back. High beams don’t help — the fog is too real. Too thick. Too present.
Why I’m Telling You I Saw a Counsellor
By: Jennie Scott I couldn’t find my way out. Eight years ago, after my marriage fell apart and my labels became “divorced” and “single mum,” my world lost its colour. All around me, I saw only black and white. Mostly black. Mostly darkness. It makes me think of driving in the fog, where my headlights are on and they’re pushing the light as far as they can, but an invisible force reaches out and pushes it back. High beams don’t help — the fog is too real. Too thick. Too present.
Why I’m Telling You I Saw a Counsellor
I couldn’t find my way out. Eight years ago, after my marriage fell apart and my labels became “divorced” and “single mum,” my world lost its colour. All around me, I saw only black and white. Mostly black. Mostly darkness. It makes me think of driving in the fog, where my headlights are on and they’re pushing the light as far as they can, but an invisible force reaches out and pushes it back. High beams don’t help — the fog is too real. Too thick. Too present.
Why I’m Telling You I Saw a Counsellor
By: Jennie Scott I couldn’t find my way out. Eight years ago, after my marriage fell apart and my labels became “divorced” and “single mum,” my world lost its colour. All around me, I saw only black and white. Mostly black. Mostly darkness. It makes me think of driving in the fog, where my headlights are on and they’re pushing the light as far as they can, but an invisible force reaches out and pushes it back. High beams don’t help — the fog is too real. Too thick. Too present.
Why I’m Telling You I Saw a Counsellor
I couldn’t find my way out. Eight years ago, after my marriage fell apart and my labels became “divorced” and “single mum,” my world lost its colour. All around me, I saw only black and white. Mostly black. Mostly darkness. It makes me think of driving in the fog, where my headlights are on and they’re pushing the light as far as they can, but an invisible force reaches out and pushes it back. High beams don’t help — the fog is too real. Too thick. Too present.
Why I’m Telling You I Saw a Counsellor
I couldn’t find my way out. Eight years ago, after my marriage fell apart and my labels became “divorced” and “single mum,” my world lost its colour. All around me, I saw only black and white. Mostly black. Mostly darkness. It makes me think of driving in the fog, where my headlights are on and they’re pushing the light as far as they can, but an invisible force reaches out and pushes it back. High beams don’t help — the fog is too real. Too thick. Too present.
Why I’m Telling You I Saw a Counsellor
I couldn’t find my way out. Eight years ago, after my marriage fell apart and my labels became “divorced” and “single mum,” my world lost its colour. All around me, I saw only black and white. Mostly black. Mostly darkness. It makes me think of driving in the fog, where my headlights are on and they’re pushing the light as far as they can, but an invisible force reaches out and pushes it back. High beams don’t help — the fog is too real. Too thick. Too present.
Lessons I’ve Learned With Age – 96five Family Radio
FONT SIZE: By 96five Tuesday 25 Jun 2019 By: Jennie Scott As I write this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop, alone. Of course, there are other people in the building, so I guess I’m not technically alone, but I came here without anyone else, on purpose. I had a few hours to do whatever I wanted, and I chose to be alone with a caramel macchiato and my laptop. This is proof of growth, my friends. Ten years ago, I never would have chosen solitude when there might have been another option.
Lessons I've Learned With Age
By: Jennie Scott As I write this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop, alone. Of course, there are other people in the building, so I guess I’m not technically alone, but I came here without anyone else, on purpose. I had a few hours to do whatever I wanted, and I chose to be alone with a caramel macchiato and my laptop. This is proof of growth, my friends. Ten years ago, I never would have chosen solitude when there might have been another option.
Lessons I’ve Learned With Age
By: Jennie Scott As I write this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop, alone. Of course, there are other people in the building, so I guess I’m not technically alone, but I came here without anyone else, on purpose. I had a few hours to do whatever I wanted, and I chose to be alone with a caramel macchiato and my laptop. This is proof of growth, my friends. Ten years ago, I never would have chosen solitude when there might have been another option.
Lessons I’ve Learned With Age
By: Jennie Scott As I write this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop, alone. Of course, there are other people in the building, so I guess I’m not technically alone, but I came here without anyone else, on purpose. I had a few hours to do whatever I wanted, and I chose to be alone with a caramel macchiato and my laptop. This is proof of growth, my friends. Ten years ago, I never would have chosen solitude when there might have been another option.
Lessons I’ve Learned With Age
By: Jennie Scott As I write this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop, alone. Of course, there are other people in the building, so I guess I’m not technically alone, but I came here without anyone else, on purpose. I had a few hours to do whatever I wanted, and I chose to be alone with a caramel macchiato and my laptop. This is proof of growth, my friends. Ten years ago, I never would have chosen solitude when there might have been another option.
Lessons I’ve Learned With Age
By: Jennie Scott As I write this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop, alone. Of course, there are other people in the building, so I guess I’m not technically alone, but I came here without anyone else, on purpose. I had a few hours to do whatever I wanted, and I chose to be alone with a caramel macchiato and my laptop. This is proof of growth, my friends. Ten years ago, I never would have chosen solitude when there might have been another option.
Lessons I’ve Learned With Age
By: Jennie Scott As I write this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop, alone. Of course, there are other people in the building, so I guess I’m not technically alone, but I came here without anyone else, on purpose. I had a few hours to do whatever I wanted, and I chose to be alone with a caramel macchiato and my laptop. This is proof of growth, my friends. Ten years ago, I never would have chosen solitude when there might have been another option.
Lessons I’ve Learned With Age
By: Jennie Scott As I write this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop, alone. Of course, there are other people in the building, so I guess I’m not technically alone, but I came here without anyone else, on purpose. I had a few hours to do whatever I wanted, and I chose to be alone with a caramel macchiato and my laptop. This is proof of growth, my friends. Ten years ago, I never would have chosen solitude when there might have been another option.
The Simple Reason I Pack My Lunch And Set My Alarm
By: Jennie Scott It’s such a pain, meal-prepping every Sunday evening. I take out the spaghetti squash and the extra-lean ground turkey, and I put together my lunches for the week. I’m one of those who eats the same thing every single day, just for the sake of simplicity. The less I have to think, the better. But still, the prepping is a pain. It takes time, effort, and planning ahead, and I’d truthfully rather not do it. But I do. And it’s such a pain, working out every morning.
The Simple Reason I Pack My Lunch And Set My Alarm
June 3, 2019 beitsafedaniel 0 By: Jennie Scott It’s such a pain, meal-prepping every Sunday evening. I take out the spaghetti squash and the extra-lean ground turkey, and I put together my lunches for the week. I’m one of those who eats the same thing every single day, just for the sake of simplicity. The less I have to think, the better. But still, the prepping is a pain. It takes time, effort, and planning ahead, and I’d truthfully rather not do it. But I do.
The Simple Reason I Pack My Lunch And Set My Alarm
By: Jennie Scott It’s such a pain, meal-prepping every Sunday evening. I take out the spaghetti squash and the extra-lean ground turkey, and I put together my lunches for the week. I’m one of those who eats the same thing every single day, just for the sake of simplicity. The less I have to think, the better. But still, the prepping is a pain. It takes time, effort, and planning ahead, and I’d truthfully rather not do it. But I do. And it’s such a pain, working out every morning.
The Simple Reason I Pack My Lunch And Set My Alarm
By: Jennie Scott It’s such a pain, meal-prepping every Sunday evening. I take out the spaghetti squash and the extra-lean ground turkey, and I put together my lunches for the week. I’m one of those who eats the same thing every single day, just for the sake of simplicity. The less I have to think, the better. But still, the prepping is a pain. It takes time, effort, and planning ahead, and I’d truthfully rather not do it. But I do. And it’s such a pain, working out every morning.
The Simple Reason I Pack My Lunch And Set My Alarm
By: Jennie Scott It’s such a pain, meal-prepping every Sunday evening. I take out the spaghetti squash and the extra-lean ground turkey, and I put together my lunches for the week. I’m one of those who eats the same thing every single day, just for the sake of simplicity. The less I have to think, the better. But still, the prepping is a pain. It takes time, effort, and planning ahead, and I’d truthfully rather not do it. But I do. And it’s such a pain, working out every morning.
The Simple Reason I Pack My Lunch And Set My Alarm
June 3, 2019 beitsafedaniel 0 By: Jennie Scott It’s such a pain, meal-prepping every Sunday evening. I take out the spaghetti squash and the extra-lean ground turkey, and I put together my lunches for the week. I’m one of those who eats the same thing every single day, just for the sake of simplicity. The less I have to think, the better. But still, the prepping is a pain. It takes time, effort, and planning ahead, and I’d truthfully rather not do it. But I do.
The Simple Reason I Pack My Lunch And Set My Alarm
By: Jennie Scott It’s such a pain, meal-prepping every Sunday evening. I take out the spaghetti squash and the extra-lean ground turkey, and I put together my lunches for the week. I’m one of those who eats the same thing every single day, just for the sake of simplicity. The less I have to think, the better. But still, the prepping is a pain. It takes time, effort, and planning ahead, and I’d truthfully rather not do it. But I do. And it’s such a pain, working out every morning.
Stop Believing God Is Tired of You
By: Jennie Scott There’s a point in every conversation where the other person breaks eye contact, glancing away to look at, well, who knows what. Maybe it’s another person, maybe a painting on the wall, or maybe it’s just to see anything other than my face. You know that feeling, too? The one that says, “Well, they’re done talking to you.
Stop Believing God Is Tired of You
By: Jennie Scott There’s a point in every conversation where the other person breaks eye contact, glancing away to look at, well, who knows what. Maybe it’s another person, maybe a painting on the wall, or maybe it’s just to see anything other than my face. You know that feeling, too? The one that says, “Well, they’re done talking to you.
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