tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post8474545037015181656..comments2024-02-23T13:26:17.542-08:00Comments on Shelli's Scribblings: When A Broken Heart Yearns For A BreakShelli Littletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-48053563772442210612016-11-28T06:57:05.094-08:002016-11-28T06:57:05.094-08:00Shirlee ... "driving is a much longer worry-l...Shirlee ... "driving is a much longer worry-line" ... yes. Oh, yes. It's raining this morning, and I'm praying over my daughter. I'll be so relieved to get the text stating, "I made it." Ugh. But yes, they are God's. And on to continually training my youngest daughter to drive ... not sure I'm strong enough for all this. :)Shelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-73216786675232651582016-11-27T10:47:55.629-08:002016-11-27T10:47:55.629-08:00Ah Wendy, I had similar thoughts as the mother of ...Ah Wendy, I had similar thoughts as the mother of boys (Left my license in Mom's car? Not to worry, I won't need it). I've always said that letting 'em drive is the worst thing next to childbirth. And we measure labor in hours. Driving is a much longer worry-line. <br /><br />But they are God's boys, and ultimately they answer to him, not me.Shirlee Abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04409256583022763901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-11558425803598324932016-11-26T16:03:25.560-08:002016-11-26T16:03:25.560-08:00You make my heart smile so big. So big. :) We just...You make my heart smile so big. So big. :) We just want good for them ... we always will. So much love to you ... Shelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-75757112667706280662016-11-26T15:18:48.567-08:002016-11-26T15:18:48.567-08:00I love your mama-heart, dear Shelli. You're mo...I love your mama-heart, dear Shelli. You're more devoted than I am because my boys don't like me to help too much (They're real men now.)This morning I was all-a-worry about one of my sons because I thought he may be sleeping in. I asked my husband if our son works later on Saturdays, and it turns out he does. :) I was so relieved because I know he likes to be on time (It's a new job, too.). I don't think mamas truly rest until Heaven. ;) I'm loving your pictures--pure elegance. xo <br />Blessings & hugs ~ Wendy Wendy L. Macdonaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01702077484754964660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-65053766693357054662016-11-24T08:58:50.939-08:002016-11-24T08:58:50.939-08:00Aww ... I bet she did. That's a long way. That...Aww ... I bet she did. That's a long way. That would kill me. :) Happy Thanksgiving, Melodie! You are a blessing, and I hope your school year is going wonderful.Shelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-77406368778810319592016-11-24T07:31:41.737-08:002016-11-24T07:31:41.737-08:00My mom used to pray constantly during my 500-mile,...My mom used to pray constantly during my 500-mile, one-way trips to college. You remind me of her. Enjoy the holidays soaking up their presence. Melodie Beth Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01491194906557915679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-35414969814058657332016-11-23T08:17:31.706-08:002016-11-23T08:17:31.706-08:00Julie, we always have so much in common. I have a ...Julie, we always have so much in common. I have a younger brother that I often feel like I raised in many ways. My mom would probably disagree. But he and I were very close. Not close in age, but close. I'm 8 years older than he is. And well, him being the baby ... made him so special to my heart. And I've been praying over him, too ... his health. I don't know your brother's issues, but I'm praying over him right now. So much love to you ... Happy Thanksgiving, Jewels. xoxoShelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-47905061293339807262016-11-23T08:13:41.039-08:002016-11-23T08:13:41.039-08:00Yes, new drivers especially. I grew up in a small ...Yes, new drivers especially. I grew up in a small city and never ventured off far when I was learning to drive. But things have changed so much from when I was a kid. I sometimes wonder if maybe she should go live on campus to keep from having to commute three days a week, but then I wonder ... what would her eyes witness there? I think I'd be more concerned, knowing me. :) Thank you for sharing your concerns, too, and letting me know that I'm not alone in this. And I pray the magazine blesses your life all year long. :) Shelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-42386708820700043552016-11-23T05:55:44.218-08:002016-11-23T05:55:44.218-08:00Ohhhhh, boy. Do I understand this post! Yes! Yes! ...Ohhhhh, boy. Do I understand this post! Yes! Yes! Yes! Felt this way as our girls were leaving for college. (Our son lived at home and went, so that's a little different).<br /><br />I think surely, we stay in constant prayer, don't we?<br /><br />I've been praying over one of my brothers a lot lately. I'm his big sister. Sometimes it feels like I raised him. :/ <br /><br />So much love my friend. Would love to meet you and your beautiful girls one day!!<br /><br />Julie Garmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09774724750356986307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-23255953152005221752016-11-22T18:36:09.708-08:002016-11-22T18:36:09.708-08:00Dear Shelli, this is so how the way it is. My olde...Dear Shelli, this is so how the way it is. My oldest is thirty-six and I still worry about him, how he's doing overseas, is he depressed, lonely, or struggling? And my youngest, nineteen going on thirty, thinks she can handle anything, but I know she walks in a sometimes dark parking lot when she gets off work, and I worry about who may know her routine and wish her harm. But always we pray, especially when they are new drivers on busy highways. It's the caring mother's journey. The trust grows and the fears lessen as we anchor our souls in our Haven of Rest.<br /><br />Thank you again for this lovely gift. It is an honor to receive the magazine. I know I love it already!<br /><br />Happy Thanksgiving. I hope it is extra lovely.Meridian Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13415904614368419453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-29566376735153877132016-11-22T15:48:26.058-08:002016-11-22T15:48:26.058-08:00Jeanne, I think you said it perfectly ... the diff...Jeanne, I think you said it perfectly ... the difference between boys and girls. They both need entirely different things. I probably wouldn't act like this with boys. :) And yes, we just keep loving them ... letting words fall to the floor. Because we know they love us and don't mean half of what they say. Love, love, love. And I love you. You bless my life.Shelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-76306499698069353682016-11-22T15:46:48.940-08:002016-11-22T15:46:48.940-08:00Cindy, you bless me so much. I'm so glad I kno...Cindy, you bless me so much. I'm so glad I know you. Yes, I was just saying the other day that I miss the little, carefree days. The days of play dates. But as one of my friends kept telling me--each stage just gets better and better. But in the older stage, there is definitely more opportunity for stress. :) xoxoShelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-86256546129866521392016-11-22T15:29:33.976-08:002016-11-22T15:29:33.976-08:00This is so beautiful Shelli. The heart of a mama l...This is so beautiful Shelli. The heart of a mama loves their child so much. I am going to be and feel the same way as you do. I already lean into God~Jesus so hard, I can't even imagine how much more I will lean into Christ when my son is older. You are such a blessing to me. I love all of the photos that you post. This is the first time I read your blog & this is so beautiful. :) Happy Thanksgiving to you & yours'!! xoxoCindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06509303945625515558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-65805821423187315862016-11-22T14:03:44.274-08:002016-11-22T14:03:44.274-08:00Awww, Shelli. Such a beautiful post. You are such ...Awww, Shelli. Such a beautiful post. You are such a good mom. I love that your heart is for your daughters. For their success. Their protection. Their confidence to grow. That's my heart for my boys, but I confess, I don't always express it as such. Sigh.<br /><br />There are some different things boys need in the teen years than girls, but they always need to know they are loved. They need to know their mamas (and their daddys) love them. No matter what. Because they make some heart-breaking mistakes, say some hard-to-hear things. <br /><br />But we will always love them, right?<br /><br />Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, my precious friend!Jeanne Takenakahttp://jeannetakenaka.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-26061937216327104832016-11-22T14:00:35.383-08:002016-11-22T14:00:35.383-08:00Oh, Becky ... I can't imagine the day they lea...Oh, Becky ... I can't imagine the day they leave home for good. For good as not living under the same roof anymore, ever again. Ugh. I know I'll cry, too. I told my youngest the other day that I want to get and stay real good at creating the Thanksgiving meal, real good, so that they'll always want to come home. :) xoxoShelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-87856360391901832252016-11-22T13:58:19.857-08:002016-11-22T13:58:19.857-08:00Andrew ... ahhh! "The only way a heart can br...Andrew ... ahhh! "The only way a heart can break is if it's learned to love" ... yes. Beautiful, Andrew. I'm continually blessed by you, and I'm so thankful to have you in my life. Thanksgiving blessings to you and Barbara. We made it another year, Andrew! Shelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-47368949259538547542016-11-22T12:40:56.964-08:002016-11-22T12:40:56.964-08:00I can so identify with the heart of a homeschoolin...I can so identify with the heart of a homeschooling mom, Shelli! I cried for days after each of my boys left home--even though none of them moved far. College marks the end of an era and a change in the relationship. They will always need you, just in a different way. What no one prepares you for is how much we still need them and want to be needed! Becky Melbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15751033548133820673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-54913275115851381982016-11-22T12:24:19.478-08:002016-11-22T12:24:19.478-08:00This is great, Shelli, so triumphantly vulnerable ...This is great, Shelli, so triumphantly vulnerable and transparent...just like His Heart.<br /><br />And for what it's worth, the only way a heart can break is if it's learned to love.<br /><br />A breakable heart is truly A Gift Worth Keeping.<br /><br />Best wishes for a wonderful Thanksgiving for y'all.<br /><br />http://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2016/11/your-dying-spouse-235-caregiving-and.htmlAndrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13230537202427640540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-92132079961725157612016-11-22T07:27:57.552-08:002016-11-22T07:27:57.552-08:00Susanna! Just seeing your name here is such a huge...Susanna! Just seeing your name here is such a huge blessing for me. Yes ... you think once they're grown, you'll relax some. They're grown-ups. But ... no. She texts me when she gets some place safe, and then she texts when she's starting home. I'm grinning here. So now, I'm thinking ... maybe I won't be so concerned over her safety when she gets married ... but I have a feeling that concern is a life-long companion. :) xoxo Thank you for blessing my day.Shelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631802000219417479.post-29680822768219418392016-11-22T07:05:26.365-08:002016-11-22T07:05:26.365-08:00Just love this! As mums we never switch off regard...Just love this! As mums we never switch off regardless of our children's age. My eldest is 30 but I still worry till she is home safe. In fact I worry more about all 3 of my daughters since they became adults. I guess it the fact we lose control of them once they reach 18. We can't protect them as we used to. I worry all the time about them. And it's tiring. Loved this post xx ❤️Susanna Lewishttp://www.ayorkshiregirl.comnoreply@blogger.com