How to Inspire Your Children to Rock

Like most young people, my kids live in extremes. Some day they are extremely awesome and some days they aren’t. A lot like me, actually. But every day, we are all one choice away from changing the world.

Last week I introduced them to JoJo Rock, a 9 year old rapper, who wrote a creative arrangement of Amazing Grace to help raise money, so he could sponsor his own child and spread the word that Compassion sponsorship really works. (I completely agree).

I love this kid already.

Here’s the story.

I pulled my kids over to my laptop and shared this song with them:

My six year old said, “I want to do something like that!”

And she wasn’t talking about rapping.

World Changing. It’s the new black.

We sat down as a family and I shared four causes I knew of that had an immediate need. My kids chose to buy a sewing machine for someone in a third world country to start their own business and are planning a garage/bake/stuff sale. They are in charge!

Our kids rock, sometimes they just need a little inspiration from other world changers like JoJo and a little encouragement from us.

This weekend everyone brought ten things from their room to donate to the sale. It’s a small idea, big impact.

You can make a difference today: Would you help JoJo raise money to help his sponsored child?

All money from the sale of the song in iTunes is going to his sponsor child Charles who lives in Uganda.

I dare you to be inspired and encourage your kids to rock!

WFMW: Quick Breakfast Treat

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A couple of Saturdays ago, my oldest wanted to try a fun, yummy treat for breakfast she had seen on Pinterest.

We happened to have the one ingredient needed: a can of cinnamon rolls.

She fired up the waffle maker and we put uncooked rolls in on medium heat for 3-4 minutes.


It cooks perfectly waffled cinnamon rolls really fast.

We added a bit of the icing and my kids devoured them.

Any one else have any repurposed waffle maker recipes?

It works for us! What works for you?

Learn more about WFMW here.

I Am Loved & Redeemed {Giveaway}

UPDATED with WINNER: Congrats to random comment #77, Merkel Momma. You won and have been emailed.

Merkel Momma

I downloaded a great little family Lent devotional guide and envisioned healthy, spiritual discussions around the table with my husband and children as we prepared our hearts for Easter.

Um, so about that.

We are 9 days behind and the last time I opened it, one of my kids was under the table having a meltdown because two of her veggies were touching something else on her plate.

I slammed down my Kindle and said, “Just forget it.”

Because sometimes I forget the reason behind my intention. I work to create an atmosphere of holiness and happiness in our home and then humanity gets in the way.

We did the dishes and I huffed and puffed my way thru.

I heard the whisper, from the one who is Easter, Risen, a constant reminder when my imperfection ruins my intention, “Kristen, I love you for who you are and not what you do.”

Why do I so often forget these precious, important, healing words? It’s not what I do. And I do a lot. It’s who I am-that’s what He wants during this Holy season and every day before and after. Once again, God shows me it’s my inadequacy that leads me to his feet. It’s my imperfection that my children see and learn from.

I’m here to tell you: HE LOVES YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE AND NOT WHAT YOU DO. [Col. 2:13-14]

So, can I urge you to stop and just receive His love today.

It’s called grace and that’s what Easter is all about.


You are loved and redeemed.

He wore the cruel crown of thorns so we could wear a pure heart.

Put that on today.

If you’d like to win this limited edition beautiful reminder above, created by The Vintage Pearl, leave a comment as your entry.

This giveaway ends on Good Friday.

Ain’t Nobody Got Time for That

In less than a month, I’ll be on a plane to Kenya. I’ve traveled with my family the past few summers, but we have house details and home visits and an important video to shoot with a local church that has chosen Mercy House for their 2013 Advent Conspiracy, so I’m going earlier with a photographer friend of mine.

Ever since I nearly accidentally died (remember that?) of kidney failure the day before our family was supposed to fly to Africa (and had to postpone our family trip in 2011), I like to get checked out before I travel. Mainly, because I WANT TO LIVE. While the kidney issue was a freak medical mystery, I did suffer a bit of permanent kidney damage, so I have blood work done four times a year.

Plus, I’m dealing with some dental issues that I don’t want to become an issue while I’m on the other side of the globe…also on my list:  a mole check and a mammogram. THIS IS 40.

At my doctor’s visit a few weeks ago, lab results showed I was in great health. Except. My B12 was very low, which can lead to anemia and other things that are scary. Google always gives me cancer, so I try to avoid it. My doctor nonchalantly said, “You can give yourself an injection, right?”

Clearly, she knows me not. And also, I’m a liar because I said, “sure.”


When the pharmacist handed over needles 2 inches long, this should have been my first clue. He said the injection had to be intramuscular which is code for THIS WILL CAUSE PAIN. The prescription said I was to give myself a shot three days in a row and then once a week for six months.

I brought the medicine home and handed it over to my husband who was confidant he could give me injections. I felt good about l until I caught him watching a HOW TO GIVE AN INJECTION VIDEO ON THE YOUTUBE. He backed me into a corner and when he saw fear in my eyes, he said, “It’s not like you’ve never had a shot.”

To which I replied, “And it’s not like you’ve ever given me one!”

He stuck me in the arm and then said, “I think your thigh would be better.” I’m not kidding. I should have run at that point. He slowly inserted it into my leg and OH, THE BURN. I squinted my eye open and saw half the medicine running down my leg.

Well, that wasn’t in the video.

He mumbled something about a faulty syringe and I limped away. Later I visited with a pharmacist for pointers. Her diagnosis: USER ERROR.

You think?

I texted my hubby a picture of the enormous bruise on my thigh and he said he was never trying that again, even with pharmacist’s tips.  So, I asked a dear nursing friend to come over and give me shots. You know in my spare time.


Last week I sat in a dental chair for 3 hours with my mouth pried open. Nightmare. I left with two crowns because apparently one crown isn’t enough for this queen. Oh, and The Laughing Gas. Totally worth the upgrade. Apparently, I’m hilarious high because I asked if I could take a tank of the gas home with me. Who knew?

Later this week, I’m heading back to deal with ancient leaking fillings and a root canal. Because I like paying for my dentist’s summer vacation.

While my hubby was with the kids, he texted me this special sentence: “the cat just knocked over the fish tank. The fish has a broken back. We are watching it, but it will probably die in a few hours.”

My response: Go ahead and flush it.


Somes days you’ve just got to laugh!