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Do you ever wonder if you're the only woman who runs errands in yoga pants so it will look like she went to the gym? Or how about the only mom who feeds her kids raw cookie dough and drives the kids to school in her PJs? Or if you're the only wife who “cooks” her husband cereal for dinner, and too often has a “headache”?

Do you need more laughter and less loudness, more self-love and less self-loathing, more joy and less judgment?

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Save Space for Grace

Several years ago, my family and I arrived at a river’s edge.  We walked single file, along the river for several yards, looking for a place to cross it.  My husband spotted a shallow bend and instructed us to wait on the shoreline.  He said he needed to do something to make crossing the river safer and easier for us.  He needed to fill in the spaces between the rocks, because some rocks were too far apart and he didn’t want to risk anyone slipping and falling.  

He found three large rocks, and one by one, he carried them and dropped them into the water, next to the existing rocks, making the gaps between the rocks much smaller.  After he’d finished, he motioned for us to cross.  While we did, he remained nearby, standing on a rock, with his arms outstretched, hands opened, just in case any of us needed a steady hand.     


The kids made it to other side, no problem.  I, on the other hand, lost my balance, twice.  My foot slipped into the cold rushing water and if it weren’t for a steady hand grabbing me, I would have fallen down and been soaked the rest of the hike, and possibly been hurt.  I felt so grateful he was there to save me from falling!  Even though the water wasn’t deep, it was a blessing not to hike the rest of the way wet.       


Once on safely on the bank, I briefly glanced back at the river we’d crossed.  Then, seeing my kids all high-fiving each other, I decided to save something to remind me of that experience  So, I reached down into the water and pulled out a small, oval stone, then slipped it into my pocket.       


When we returned home I set the stone on my bathroom counter with three other smooth stones I had collected from other hikes.  


Months later, on Christmas day, lights on the tree twinkled.  Bows and wrapping paper littered the living room floor.  Wrapped in a cozy blanket, I sat and watched my kids enjoy their presents.  Leading up to Christmas, there had been a fast-flowing current of pressure, the kind that always accompanies buying gifts, planning a mixture of spiritual and secular holiday traditions, amidst the demands of keeping everyday life flowing along.  Sitting there quiet and observing, I  received an unexpected gift iin the form of a memory.  I believe it's purpose was to teach me about grace.  


I was reminded of our summer hike and how we had crossed that riverbed.  At first, in my mind, I saw my husband filling in the gaps with rocks so our family could cross the river, except.  But then I didn't see my husband I saw my Savior.  


The past year had been one of reviving, physically and emotionally, yet, instantly, my heart felt content as I recognized evidences of Christ placing stepping stones in my riverbed, each and every day, so I could continue taking care of my family, with just enough energy, hope, peace, and purpose, in spite of challenges and adversities.


God had gifted me grace.  


Now it is time to continue making space for grace.  So that I can LIVE IN GRACE, each and every day. 


Picture yourself standing at the water’s edge, looking at a river you’re trying to cross. Do you see carefully placed stepping stones?  The ones where God has placed in the exact places you need them?  So you can get to where you are going?  


It is up to you to create the space in your heart and soul to see and recognize God's grace. And how good it is.  


That rock, the one I retrieved from the river’s edge that sits on my counter.  It no longer represents a memory of our family hike.  Instead, it symbolizes how God's grace fills in the gaps and makes me a better person.  


Grace fills in the gaps when we have sinned.  


Grace gives us a reprieve, when challenges exhaust our reserves.  


Grace is the enabling power of God that gives us the desire, ability, and hope to repent. 


Grace is a rescuing power, like a flotation ring that surrounds our soul, keeping our spirits afloat whenever we’ve fallen into a river of devastation, discontentment, or disillusionment.  


Grace steadies us so we can fully accept the Atonement of Jesus Christ.  


Grace does for us what my husband did for me and my family that summer day at the river; it fills in the spaces.     


I challenge myself to find stepping stones of grace daily.  I want to see the miracles of grace God continually places in my riverbed of life.  I desire to see and feel this amazing gift.  

It is time for me to save space for grace.


-Jodi Robinson

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Her published works include "Precious in His Sight", "A Royal Guardian", and "Women of Virtue", and other essays in various compliations published by Covenant Communications.

She is a wife, mother, avid snowmobiller, dog walker, and admits to eating Hershey kisses before breakfast.     

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Love is In The Air

Summer lovin' is in the air--literally. I remember a few years ago attendeding a presentation on marriage at a nearby university. The class subject matter focused on increasing the LOVE in your relationships. Little did I know the love lesson I'd learned that day would stick in my mind forever. 

My friend and I found two open seats near the front of the classroom. Within minutes, the room filled with eager students, ranging from ages 18 to 75. The instructor explained how three Greek words defined the most important word in the English language—L-O-V-E. 

The instructor explained that . . . 

“Eros is the romantic kind of love.” 

“Philos is brotherly kind of love, like the deep love you have for family members and close friends. “

“Agape love is god-like love. The unconditional, giving, serving, and sacrificing kind of love.” 

Interestingly enough, as the instructor began describing eros, I spotted a young couple (very young) across the room, sitting near the exit. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other! I watched them and thought, “Ah, ha! Eros in action.” Believe me, there was action. Fingers through the hair, back rubs, shoulder rubs, and arm tickles. For an entire fifty minutes, the strawberry blonde and her bronzed boyfriend were obviously engaged in eros. I guess you could say they were a very effective visual aid. 

Next, the instructor introduced philos as a bonding kind of love that is endearing, a love where you have another person’s best interest at heart. I looked around the room and then saw sitting to the right of me looked like a mom and daughter. They were linked arm in arm. The dark haired one looked like a younger version of the gray-haired one. They seemed very close, and at one point during the lecture, the daughter pulled out a granola bar, split it half, and gave a piece of it to her mother. 

“Okay,” I thought. There is philos love in action.” Again, another great visual aid.

Next, the instructor introduced agape love. Now, keep in mind, I’d been attending classes throughout that day. My rear end felt numb and my mind was starting to wander. When I the instructor explained agape love as God-like love, an unconditional love that forgives and endures. He added that it was a love that couldn’t be shaken or altered no matter what happens, and how it could be likened to the fullness of God's love. 

Jokingly, I thought to myself there would be no visual aid for agape. 

But then it happened. Just as I would reach into my backpack for a protein bar, I spotted the elderly couple sitting in front of me. A gray-haired man and a gray-haired woman, whom I guessed were married and maybe in their 70s. I took a bite of my bar and watched as the man pulled up the wife’s knitted sweater over her shoulders. 

How sweet, I thought. 

Then, without warning, a long, loud, bodily sound, accompanied by a gassy smell emerged from what I could only assume to be was the gray-haired woman's back side. Make no mistake. It was loud and noxious. 

Could you imagine what it must of have felt like to be her in a room full of silent students. She had tooted and everyone sitting in the near vicinity of her knew it. We heard it AND we could smell it. I shifted in my chair, feeling her pain and shame while at the same time feeling gratitude that it wasn't me. (Does that count as philos love by the way? Probably not.) 

The next thing though was touching. This woman’s husband slowly stretched his left arm around her and lovingly patted her knee with his right hand. He even pulled her a bit closer towards him, as if to say, "Sweetheart. Dear. Love of my life. It's perfectly fine what just happened. I am here for you and I love you, no matter what." 

“Ah! Agape!” I had witnessed it in action! I whispered to my friend. "Did you see that? THAT’S AGAPE!” The two of us couldn't help but giggle. I could honestly say LOVE WAS IN THE AIR! 

So, to the affectionate couple, the mother and daughter duo, and the eloving couple who attended that class on ethos, philos, and agape love, I thank you. You know, I can’t remember the instructor's name or the name of the class, but thanks to those three couples I had love lessons never to be forgotten. 

Here's to Summer Lovin'! 



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Jodi Robinson is a mother of four and dog lover of her 80 pound malamute, Yuki.  She is an author, speaker, and mentor women in addiction recovery and is also a certified mentor of the "Jonny Covey's Five Habits of the Heart" and enjoys sharing a message of hope and healing to women of all ages and stages of life.  Contact her at  Her website for service ideas is   

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Mothers and Daughers

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There is something special between a mother and a daughter. Our greatest memories, biggest fights, best learning moments, head-butting, love, sorrow and mother bear tendencies are all a part of raising or being a daughter. Perhaps one of the most profound experiences of Mother/Daughter relationships, is having a mother evolve from a parent to a friend. There is nothing quite like the experience of growing older and having children of our own to help us truly understand why our mother's did what they did, the sacrifices the made and especially the acute love they felt for us.  Today we'll interview a single mother of three as well as a mother of ten. We'll ask questions and find out what motherhood was like from two of our very own mothers. Special guests: Connie Rose (Kate's mom) and Jane Bell Axson Flynn Juber Meyer (Christie's mom). 

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Every Woman a Nurturer

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We've all heard the common phrase, ""It takes a village"" in reference to the raising up of the African proverb. This is true. Parents need the help and support of the entire community as we seek to raise valued children who contribute in our communities. Join us as we discuss Unconventional Mothering and a woman's inherent and instinctive need to nurture.  We talk about women who for various reasons aren't mothers in the traditional sense of the word...what is your role in raising children. As well as how we can support Parents as they raise children and how those of us who are parents can support you? Every woman is a nurturer.

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Raising Strong Daughters

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Research shows us that our girls come strong and confident but
around the age of 9 or 10 things start to take a downward turn for
their self esteem and body image. Why? Because it is then that society
stops focusing on ABILITIES and starts focusing on APPEARANCE. Yikes!
This takes them into the preteen and teen years with a lower belief in
themselves. Feelings of inferiority abound and if not nipped in the
bud, things just get worse and worse. So what can we do? Listen as we
share 8 tips research shows will help us raise strong daugthers.

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