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The Hopkins Family Journal

Faith, family, and the sweet and the simple.

A mother’s journal of raising little ones for Christ — the ordinary mornings, the tender questions, and the quiet lessons hidden in a home full of small hands and hearts.

Morning light falling across a well-loved family kitchen table
“Sever any tie, but the tie that binds me to thyself.”

A prayer we have long kept on the refrigerator.

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Reflections written along the way — a few minutes of honesty from the middle of motherhood.

Reflections

Happy Birthday Ruthie

There is a quote that has lived on our refrigerator for the last several years. I don’t put a lot of things up on my fridge. I usually reserve the space for Bible verses I am working on memorizing, or quotes, or…

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Family

When more gives you less

I love Christmas. Truly, there isn’t one thing about it that I don’t love. I remember as a child loving all of it as well. Most of all, I loved the Christmas tree. Every year I looked forward to going out to the…

Family

Brown Hair and All…

“Mommy, when is my hair going to be golden? I wish I was as pretty as a princess.” And so it begins. For 6 years, my sweet girl has lived in a world free from the evil of comparisons. She lived in a place where…

Family

King and Snails

King Landon, while getting dressed for church, looked at himself in the mirror and said, “I look like a king!”. Then he put his hands in his pockets, turned and looked at me with a big smile and said, “Look Dad, I…

Family

Lost and Found

Sometimes I get lost. I get lost while driving to yet another random event. I get lost in my head, thinking of all the things that I have to do that day. I get lost in the mounds of school books, the mounds of…

Family

When it is time to step outside of the bubble

Everyday it is so tempting to live inside my bubble. Temperature-controlled, attitude- controlled, volume-controlled, this home is my place of rest and refuge. In here it is cozy, it is safe. Here I am free to…

Family

The girl with the eyes

I brush the hair out of her face, because I love to look into her eyes. I remember the moment I first caught glimpse of the girl with the light blue eyes, framed with the thick blanket of lashes. Squished tight…

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Servants of Christ, happy homeschoolers, lovers of little hands, feet and hearts, appreciators of the sweet and the simple.

This little corner of the internet is where we keep the stories — the birthdays and the ordinary Tuesdays, the hard days softened by grace, and the small wonders that are easy to miss when you are not looking for them.

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