by Jen Sandbulte | Nov 3, 2015 | Be Real, Faith Perspectives, From they eyes of a child..., MamaMonday, Perspective, Sandbulte Kids
I remember clearly when I was expecting my twins and looking for day care how challenging it was. I didn’t know what to ask, and I desperately needed someone. My work schedule was so crazy that taking them to a daycare that was overly structured with start and...
by Jen Sandbulte | May 27, 2015 | MamaMonday, My Guest Posts, Sandbulte Kids, Step Parenting
Step parenting is a blessing beyond what I could have imagined. It has also been harder than I thought it would be. I’m blessed to have several step mom friends and have been able to walk along on their journey. Charity Singleton Craig wrote a great article...
by Jen Sandbulte | Dec 16, 2014 | Be Real, From they eyes of a child..., MamaMonday, Perspective, Real Life, Sandbulte Kids, Uncategorized
We opened the classroom door and a man of honor in dress blues stepped in to surprise his younger siblings. 8 year old Emma squeeled his name, and dashed into his arms. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she poured out a year of worry, prayer and love that had been...
by Jen Sandbulte | May 23, 2014 | Faith Perspectives, Guest Posts, MamaMonday, My Guest Posts, Uncategorized
Each day, God sent the people that I was supposed to be “helping” to hold me up. Because they cared for me, they were moved in profound ways. Because they knew such pain in their lives, they got what it was like to feel pain so deep there were no words. And...
by Jen Sandbulte | May 5, 2014 | Cancer, Faith Perspectives, LoveIdol, MamaMonday
God shows up when we need him most. I know that to be true, and I’ve seen it time and time again. And yet, somehow, I am always in awe when it happens. I’ve been a bit undone today. It’s been 2 months today that my mom went to be with Jesus. It...
by Jen Sandbulte | Mar 26, 2014 | Faith Perspectives, LoveIdol, MamaMonday, Perspective, Sandbulte Kids
You know the moment I’m talking about. The moment when every frustration and worry, along with a dose of anger just spews out. The moment you can’t hold back, and one little thing makes you spew words and appear like a crazy lady. You spew and then you think...
