One, Two, Three…

I had a moment this morning where I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, “Uh yeah, girl. This is crazy.” Maybe that should become my mantra. It seems that much of my adult life has been filled with the “Uh, this is crazy” moments. The older I get, the slower I am toContinue reading “One, Two, Three…”

The Juggling Act

I open my eyes. If I’m lucky, I’m opening them to the half hour right before the thunderous noise of my almost two-year-old shaking his crib. The light snakes in through our window, but only enough for me to vaguely read the words on the thin pages. I sit up enough to see the PsalmsContinue reading “The Juggling Act”

A Pep Talk for Your Bad Week

He was supreme in the beginning and—leading the resurrection parade—he is supreme in the end. From beginning to end he’s there, towering far above everything, everyone. So spacious is he, so roomy, that everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding. Not only that, but all the broken and dislocated pieces ofContinue reading “A Pep Talk for Your Bad Week”

Rooted Mondays: In His Wake

I started reading the Psalms when I began studying 1 Samuel. It seemed fitting, to read David’s story while also reading his laments and praises to God from his perspective. This morning I woke up wrought with frustration. My two oldest boys were in the other room yelling loudly while playing with their Legos, andContinue reading “Rooted Mondays: In His Wake”

Life After Babies

I am a total sucker for the “On This Day” feature on Facebook. Each day, it shows you what happened on the same day in years past. It’s fun to read old blog posts, cringe at terrible status updates about my “difficult” teenage years, and of course, seeing photos of my boys as babies. It’sContinue reading “Life After Babies”

Four Pregnancies, Three Kids & Joy Complete

“You have three kids?” I get this a lot, for a lot of different reasons. It comes less often as I get older, but it slips out of people’s mouthes more often than you’d think. Yup! Three incredible boys that I would die for. Four years ago, we took a punch to the gut. InsteadContinue reading “Four Pregnancies, Three Kids & Joy Complete”

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”