Good & Faithful: The Mission of Motherhood

I’ve been looking in the rearview mirror of my minivan, right into my sons eyes. I love him so much it hurts, know what I mean? So much so that we fight daily. The rearview mirror in my minivan gives me the perfect view of my oldest son. He didn’t used to sit back there.Continue reading “Good & Faithful: The Mission of Motherhood”

Like Vines: IT’S A GIRL

“It’s a girl.” I was laying there while the technician rolled over my belly with the ultrasound probe, my hands on my forehead, my mouth hanging open. She typed it onto the screen while she highlighted exactly how she knew. I waited for the tears to come, because hadn’t I told a myriad of peopleContinue reading “Like Vines: IT’S A GIRL”

The Art of Motherhood

A little over a year ago, I started taking picture of my son’s art. In case you didn’t know, or if you needed a warning, having children means you receive pounds of artwork. From everywhere. Go to Sunday school? Here’s the craft. Stay for two church services on a Sunday morning? Double that. Your kidContinue reading “The Art of Motherhood”

My Sons’ Inheritance

I don’t know how I wound up in a world like this. I’m tired of waking up to a hashtag with a name I shouldn’t know. The call to action is fierce, and my own silence is cruel. We get to be too lucky, and I don’t know how much I like that. Where IContinue reading “My Sons’ Inheritance”

Three Joys of Three Boys:  Parenthood in My Early 20s

This post originally appeared on my friend Chris’ blog Millenial Evangelical back in June 2015. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sitting in our small bathroom in our one bedroom apartment in the early hours of July 4th. We had been married for three months, living blissfully with all of our secondhandContinue reading “Three Joys of Three Boys:  Parenthood in My Early 20s”

First Day of School

This week, it happens. The first day of school thing. I’ve been excited for my son for weeks, up until last week when it became real, and we got to see his class. Part of me wanted to run with him and his little brother out the door. The other part of me committed immediatelyContinue reading “First Day of School”