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I Have Faith and a Mental Illness
I have Jesus. And I have anxiety. I have faith. And I’ve experienced depression. I’ve contemplated ending my life. And God put a semicolon in my story. I’ve had panic attacks while clinging…
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They Wouldn’t Change a Thing
The couple in this photo were anxiously awaiting the arrival of their first baby. The day that they’d be parents. The parent gene had already kicked in and they were waiting for the…
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I Feel God’s Presence Everywhere in Motherhood
I used to only feel God’s presence in a church. But not just any church, the kind of church where there are stained glass windows and an altar. You know, the cathedral-type. The…
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Baby, You’re Perfect
I counted the toes and the fingers. I memorized those little eyes looking up at me, blinking as they tried to focus on this new world. I examined the ears and the nose,…
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Having Anxiety Doesn’t Make You a Bad Mom
My anxiety sometimes makes me feel like a bad mom. Sometimes, I even hate the mother I am because of how it can take over. It makes me snap at my children when…
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Mental Illness Doesn’t Make You Less Christian
Hey friend, there’s something I think we need to address because it’s weighing on my heart. There’s this stigma I want to break, and out of all the faith bloggers I follow, very…
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Mommy, Why Are You Sad?
Dear Mommy, Things feel different since you brought home the new baby. You told me things would change and they have, but you’ve also changed. You’re sad and you cry a lot. You…
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A Mama Sometimes Has to Raise Her Voice
She sometimes has to raise her voice. Before I became a mother, I always thought that moms just had loud voices. Or worse, that they yelled all the time and were miserable. But…
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She is One Blessed Mama
She sure is one blessed mama. She may lay awake all night with worry, and even though her mind may race, her heart is big. She cries when her child cries. Whether it’s…
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It’s Been a Year of Savoring Your Littleness, Sweet Pandemic Baby
To my pandemic baby on your first birthday, It’s been almost a year of stillness and distance. One year of sheltering you and your brother from the world. One year. I’m reminded that…
