Tabitha Caplinger

You're totally thinking about that marriage scene from Princess Bride, right? As I typed the title it's what I was thinking of. But this isn't about marriage. Not really. It's about loving others. Why is it that the people we love the most and the people we want to love us can be the ones who hurt us the deepest? Or the ones we hurt? I know, this opened up light hearted and got deep real fast. But it's something I've been thinking about. Several years back I sat in Jeanne May

Dear Heavenly Father, Sometimes I wonder why you entrusted me with these two wondrous girls. I feel like I fail them daily. My own selfishness lashes out and wounds their tender hearts. I am far from the picture of the mother I think they deserve. But I am grateful to be their mother. I am honored to have been given the gift of raising these two beautiful souls. Help me. Help me to give them grace so they will understand and accept Your grace. Help me to teach them strength a

My eight year old's style could be described as Punky Brewster with a boho, rocker-chick vibe. (Go ahead, imagine it.) Let's just say her free-spirit shines through in what she wears. This hasn't always been something I embraced. We have had more than one argument about what she wanted to wear, there have been tears and yelling. I'm not proud of that but it's the truth. It doesn't help when in the midst of our wardrobe drama her younger sister (she's four) walks in to say, "I

I am far from a perfect parent. (Thus the title of this little post.) I am sure there are things I do well. The days when I am full of grace and patience feel drowned by the days that I am the monster roaring 'don't make a mess'. So, maybe I am just too hard on myself and maybe I am the last person who should be writing advice on parenting. But in the spirit of living this year on purpose I have been taking a lot of time to assess myself in every area including being a mom. I

I have two young daughters, one is 6 and one is 3. They are beautiful and smart and sassy and kind and helpful. They can also be completely irritating. (Have you been there too or am I the only one?) Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughters. LOVE them. I would die for them. I pray for them. I feed them. I buy the snacks they like. I do devotions with them. I snuggle them while they fall asleep. I dance with them in the kitchen. I am proud of them. But some days, more like some

Okay, so I don't normally just write book reviews here on my little blog. In the past I have just invited other authors to guest blog and then shared information on their work. I'm making an exception. Not because I wouldn't love for Sarah to guest blog. (Email me girl.) But because I just finished reading her book and couldn't help but share my thoughts on it with all of you. (No one asked me to review the book, I bought it and just had to.) Let's start with some info on Sar