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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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Slow Down, Mama, I’m Your Last Baby
Slow down, Mama, I’m your last baby. You’re not savoring all the cuddles as you’re rocking me for my nap. Instead, you’re worried about all the things you need to do, and you’re…
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He’s Too Big for My Arms Now
He’s too big for my arms now. I knew it was going to happen one day, but I really didn’t imagine it would come so soon. I look down and I no longer…
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No One Worries Quite Like a Mama
No one worries quite like a mama. She can’t help it. From the moment her child is handed to her, she’s filled with a love like no other, and she’s so afraid she…
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I Can Do All Things Through Christ
I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength. Doesn’t mean I’m superwoman. I’m far from it. I’m pulled every which way. All day, every day. (They outnumber me, that’s for…
