Tami Overhauser

Welcome!

Thanks for visiting my site! It's mostly where I blog (and post some fun stuff too.) and connect with you, my friends and fellow moms "gettin after it!" I Like to share about the experiences I have during my miraculously mundane week because I know you can relate. I want you to know you are not alone on this journey.  I write about the funny, frustrating, and deep stuff that happen to us all and I wonder aloud what God's take is, and apply His word to our daily situations. It just seems to make more sense when I do. ​I know you know what I'm going through and we need  to  draw encouragement and strength from each other. Read more....
But before we make s'mores. Talking to your kids about current events.
My family and I were packing and getting ready for our annual beach trip to Southern California. (Nothin like a little hustle, bustle, stress and anxiety before blissful rest and relaxation am I right?) Good Morning America had been on the TV as the kids woke and the news had been on as they went to bed last night.Our world is in utter disarray and my heart is heavy. I don’t want to sweep things under the rug while we continue living our sheltered little lives, ignoring the chaos ensuing literally right in front of us. It just does not feel right.
So I called a family meeting.     read more...
What's in a Name?
I wonder if I am representing the name of Christ well, in my community, to those who know Him and those who are yet to meet Him. Amongst friends and family do I honor His memory? Am I running the race well, knowing that although the name on my jersey may say OVERHAUSER, the name written on my heart reads JESUS CHRIST, my heavenly father?
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Raising Resilient Kids
When babies are first learning to walk, you see two types of parents. There are those who, every time their child falls or bonks their head, run and hold them and wipe their tears, (or scream, like me.) and quickly make it all better. Then there are the parents who make light of the situation so the child won't freak out.  You know the ones,  “You’re ok, you’re ok… silly coffee table!” Aside from screaming at the sight of blood, I think I fall somewhere in between. I remember growing up playing softball with my dad as the coach. I took a ball to the shin a few too many times and he would always say “You're all right… rub some dirt on it!’ Still not sure why we did that, but I would, and then wipe my tears with my red clay covered hand and then have red dirt tear streaks on my face as well as a huge (dirty) goose egg on my leg!    read more....