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An Unhurried Christmas
Moms are busy this time of year. There’s the Christmas program at school and the holiday parties at work or church. There’s putting up all the decorations and making the house as festive…
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What if Every Day were Sunday?
What if we treated every day as if it was Sunday? What if every day was treated holy and unto the Lord? Would our hearts be more grateful? Would we be in a…
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Sometimes Healing Looks Like a Little White Pill
Sometimes healing comes in the form of a little white pill. Sometimes we wait for the miracle of healing and God is directing us to swallow our pride while we swallow that little…
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Thank You, Lord, for This Laundry
“Dear God, thank You for this laundry.” Seems like a weird prayer, right? I hate folding laundry so why in the world would I be thanking the Creator of the universe for something…
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Motherhood: A Back and Forth Tug of the Heart
Will I always want more babies? Oh yes, probably so. Do I miss being pregnant? Oh no, that was miserable. Do I wish my babies would stay little forever? Oh yes, my heart…
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Mama Be Tired
I’m tired. Down to my bones exhausted. I’m not just physically tired, but yes, I am that too. (I’ve got a teething baby after all.) But I’m mentally drained. There’s no more room…
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Mom Rage is My Imperfection
Mom rage. Yup, we’ve got our own name for it. It’s anger but it’s worse–it’s explosive. Mama is overstimulated. Mama is overwhelmed. Mama. Is. Angry. Doesn’t matter what unleashes it, when it’s here,…
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I am a Good Mom
I am a good mom. I have to remind myself that, like, all the time. The mom guilt starts setting in, and I start believing the lies . . . “I lost my…
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In the Quietness of the Night, Jesus Meets with Mama
In the quietness of the night, Jesus meets with Mama. As her arms are wrapped around her child, His arms are wrapped around her. As she’s comforting a sick child, He’s comforting her.…
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Depression is a Darkness
Darkness. That’s what depression feels like. It’s a cloud that is hovering over you. It’s a darkness that is heavy. It’s dark. It’s hopeless. It’s not seeing an end in sight. It’s not…
