by Jen Sandbulte | Aug 30, 2018 | Mental Health, Real Life, Sandbulte Kids
There are seasons in life where doing the next thing seems to take everything you have. Seasons when it feels like you are in “survival mode.” Seasons where, when your friends reach out and ask how they can help or pray, you don’t even know what...
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 | Aug 16, 2015 | Faith Perspectives, Perspective, Prayer, Real Life, Sandbulte Kids, Work4Him
I’m at the sea today with my family and reflecting on Jesus and his fishermen. Leading up to Labor Day I’m planning on exploring our “labor” a bit from a faith perspective. Would love for you to click below and hear my thoughts! At the...
by Jen Sandbulte | Jul 31, 2015 | Be Real, Faith Perspectives, Perspective, Real Life, Sandbulte Kids
But mom, it’s just a Cartoon… or is it? Before I had kids, I was convinced that they would want to play board games and color and make crafts. I didn’t think that TV. was anything they needed to watch for any extended period of time. Putting a movie in to keep them...
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...
