A Gift for Mom! 🤍

As you read this I am peacefully basking in a lovely five-day getaway  in the mountains with the Love of My Life. We try to do this a few times a year, but we make our anniversary getaway a priority. A couple weekends in Omaha a year to reconnect and focus on us and one extra long weekend to celebrate our past, our present and our future.

IMG_0376

 

I have my parents to thank for setting an example for me when I was a child. They enjoyed date nights regularly as well as their annual anniversary week away. They were always affectionate and enjoyed time with friends and doing many of the same recreational activities. Even though I may have given them a hard time then, I appreciate the example they set for me. 

It is our duty as parents to teach our children how to love and to be loved. How we speak to and about our spouse tells our children how they should speak and accept being spoken to. If we belittle one another and criticize little faults our children will learn to be critical rather than forgiving and supportive. It is important to show our children that a marriage requires effort and it isn’t always easy and magical. As parents we should show our children how to resolve conflict and love through hardships peacefully and lovingly.

Whoever overlooks an offense fosters friendship, but whoever gossips about it separates friends. Proverbs 17:9

Living with me is no picnic, but somehow my husband still makes me feel as though he’s the luckiest man on earth for having me as his wife. When I am feeling irritable and critical, I remind myself that he chose me out of all the women in the world and if he can overlook my flaws and look at me with love in his eyes each and every day, then little annoyances are simply to be overlooked. 

On the other hand, as a spouse we commit to be our best for one another and for our children. I focus on growing in my faith, I work on improving my health, taking care of our family, our home and businesses and I make extra efforts regularly to let him know he’s special, appreciated and important. A marriage is a partnership and mutual respect is imperative to its level of success. 

We must never be complacent and willing to merely co-exist. A successful marriage means being willing to work together, to help and encourage one another to continually grow and improve. It does NOT mean agreeing on everything, having all the same interests and overlooking negative, harmful or destructive behavior. 

I am truly thankful to share my life with the BEST partner God could have made especially for me. He balances me, encourages me, understands me, loves me unconditionally and helps me to raise our awesome children to be our gifts to the world. 

Whether you are married to your true soul mate or you are struggling today to remember what it was that made you first fall in love, or perhaps you are in a difficult and painful relationship, let me share this with you…God does not want us to be unhappy. A very wise and loving priest once said this to me and it helped me more than you could ever know. Marriage is difficult, life is difficult. Having a person by your side every day for the rest of your life to grow in faith with and to share the ups and downs and every moment in between is worth the work. Our children witness much more than we sometimes realize and we not only owe it to ourselves, but to them and their future spouses as well. 

Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself”. Matthew 22:37-39

Make a commitment to serve God in your daily life,  and to be a loving and supportive spouse, pray together daily. Respect the gift of life God has given you and be true to yourself as well. Ask God into your marriage and keep Christ the center of your home. Work together and just as we pray in The Our Father, “forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us”  we will never be perfect, but God sees us as the perfect souls he created and we should see our spouse this way and work every day to become closer to the person God created us to be. 

IMG_3005

Today I am grateful to be married to my best friend. Darby, each and every day you make me smile, laugh, cry, cringe, soar and grow. Thank you for the happiest eleven years of my life and for the years and years to come. I know that no matter what triumphs and heartaches come our way, they will be possible because YOU will be by my side. Thank you for loving me regardless of my flaws, stretch marks, insanely compulsive ways and my daily shenanigans. Each day you make me proud to be your wife, grateful to be raising our kids together and excited to grow and learn together. Thank you for making our marriage and our children a priority, for being a positive, hard-working role model each and every day and for spending time with me and only me. Happy Anniversary and I am looking forward to many, many more.

Blessings!

So God Made a Grandmother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

Order Now!

Traci Runge

Traci was born and raised in San Diego and has called Kearney, Nebraska home for the past 18 years. She is married to Darby Runge and together they have 6 children. They own and operate Pro-Tint, a window tinting business. Along with being a full-time mom, Traci is also a Manager and Certified Trainer with SendOutCards, she works with businesses and individuals to build relationships and grow their income through Relationship Marketing. Traci works hard to balance her roles of mother, wife and business owner. She strives to help make the world a better place through kindness and love and leading by example. Traci is committed to her family, church and community and can often be found volunteering in some capacity. www.sendoutcards.com/tracirunge

Why Don’t We Talk About Jonah’s Mother?

In: Faith, Living, Motherhood
Woman standing over water

Praying for My Son Send a storm to stop him; Let his friends throw him out. May he drop to the deeps, But gently, please, Stubborn though he may be. If it could only take three days, How my mother’s heart would Rejoice in praise.  From the hell you allow him, Let him cry to you. Is not Nineveh and mercy Exactly what he knows He needs— A mercy on enemies He fears You will concede? Please let all the shade wither If his is an angry soul; Humble him and help him follow Where you would have his purpose...

Keep Reading

Sometimes Your Pain Becomes a Ministry

In: Faith
Woman walking towards sunrise

I never wanted kids. Let me just start there. It almost ended my relationship with my now-husband because I was so certain motherhood wasn’t for me. Funny how God works, isn’t it? Fast forward to me pregnant with our first, and suddenly I wasn’t worried about whether I wanted to be a mom. I was worried about whether my baby would survive. The ultrasounds kept revealing new concerns, new issues, new reasons to hold my breath. I prayed prayers I didn’t know I had in me, the kind that come from a place so deep you don’t recognize your own...

Keep Reading

I Lost My Sight at 16—But It Wasn’t the End of My Vision

In: Faith
Cross and sunset

After my father shot me, I lay in a hospital bed, and my world went dark. I was 16 years old. The injury left me completely blind. But the darkness didn’t stop there. As my physical sight disappeared, something else came into focus—the depth of the wounds I had carried long before that moment, wounds I had never fully allowed myself to see. For years, I had learned how to survive without asking too many questions. I had learned how to minimize what hurt, how to explain things away, how to keep moving forward as if everything were normal. But...

Keep Reading

Ministry Starts Inside Your Own Four Walls

In: Faith
Family around a table

When people hear the word ministry, they often think of missionaries, or the pastor who preaches every Sunday, but in our home, ministry belongs to all of us—even our kids. Growing up, I didn’t think of myself as a ministry kid. Still, when my dad packed our old Astro for the summer and we all piled in, we were on mission. Each kid had a part to play in my dad’s evangelical magic shows (yes, you read that right!). My brother would juggle, my older sister sang, my middle sister flipped the projector slides that shone pictures of Jesus on...

Keep Reading

These Holy Small Things

In: Faith, Motherhood
Children sewing at machine

My 8-year-old-daughter has recently taken up sewing, to my simultaneous delight and chagrin. My delight because I too love sewing; my chagrin because her enthusiasm often outpaces my own abilities, namely, in the undertaking of tedious projects with no pattern. Take, for example, the cloth doll diaper we designed and stitched up together. Granted, the design was fairly basic to draw up and scale. But the minuscule nature of the work, both for my hands and head, was enough to throw me into existential questioning. It was one of those moments when you wonder how the sum of your life...

Keep Reading

Life Lessons from My Grown Children

In: Faith, Motherhood
Two women's hands on teacups

“Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.” – Rabindranath Tagore Quietly communing with a loved one in the early morning hours is such an intimate and precious time. Visiting with one’s grown child when all is dark and still is one of life’s purest pleasures. I remember the conversation clearly. My daughter’s husband, small children, and father were all asleep as we whispered and chatted. She and I are both fidgeters by nature, unable to be still for long. This inner restlessness must be remedied, and we are compelled by biology to...

Keep Reading

My Prayer Is Simple Now: “I Believe; Help My Unbelief.”

In: Faith
Woman sitting by water

I have spent most of my life in faith. Not circling it or analyzing it from a distance, but inside it—learning its language before I even realized I was learning it, shaping myself around it in ways that felt as natural as breathing. I was raised in Christian Science, which is a very particular kind of faith. It’s not really about “believing” in the way most people think. It’s about understanding. Aligning your thoughts with what is ultimately true about God and reality. If you can understand rightly, you can be well. If you can see clearly, healing follows. So...

Keep Reading

Your Worth Is Not Someone Else’s To Measure

In: Faith, Living
Woman looking over canyon

Insecurity is something we all carry in one form or another. For me, it has probably always looked confident and outgoing from the outside. But internally, it can feel heavy, complicated, and exhausting at times. And when someone comes along whose behavior reinforces those insecurities, it amplifies what was already there. There was someone I had hoped to genuinely connect with, but it was clear from the start that the feeling wasn’t mutual. From the beginning, their wall was up. No matter how kind I tried to be or how carefully I showed up, it never came down. Their distance...

Keep Reading

Lord, Give Me Faith Like Hannah

In: Faith
Woman walking in field with hand in wheat

Hannah knew what it was like to feel forgotten. She often clutched her empty womb and thought Surely the Lord has forgotten me.  She knew the bitter sting of feeling isolated and alone. She knew the anguish of praying day after day after day and seeing no fruit, not even a bud, from her faithfulness. Hannah knew what it was like to feel like the weight of the world was on her, and her hope may have dwindled. Even those around her did not offer encouragement. Quite the opposite—they did their best to sow seeds of discouragement. Yet Hannah pressed...

Keep Reading

God Carries Me Through the Deep Waters of Change

In: Faith, Living, Motherhood
Woman at the beach as waves come in

“Ahhh!” My underwater scream garbled in my snorkel tube as the manta ray’s cavernous mouth swept a hand’s distance from my face. My fingers tightened around the surfboard until my knuckles ached. My arms trembled. I jerked my head side to side, searching for my daughters, Mia and Megan. Recent college graduates, they had joined me on one last mother-daughter vacation before launching their adult lives. They floated easily on the vibrant Hawaiian water, relaxed, trusting. I wanted to borrow their calm. Earlier, our guide had explained that the LED lights built into the surfboard attracted plankton the way college...

Keep Reading