The Fleeting Pain of Motherhood

They say that a mother forgets the true pain of labor, thus the reason she does it again and again. I think the opposite is true. The more children you have, the more you remember. I’m almost a “pro” at having kids (if there ever were such a thing). I’ve done this a few times,Continue reading “The Fleeting Pain of Motherhood”

A Worshipful Life

“Look at this!” “Uh huh, cool.” “Mom. Mooooom! You didn’t see!” I look up, because he’s right, I didn’t see. I was just saying something to appease him for a moment while I finished reading an article. My thumb has frozen over the screen, and I put it to the side so I can reallyContinue reading “A Worshipful Life”

The Legacy We Leave

I remember only a few parts of my first day of kindergarten. I remember walking to the bus stop with my brothers. We sat down, my brothers sitting close to their friends, and me sitting quietly next to someone I didn’t know. And that’s it. That was 20 years ago. Tomorrow I get to walkContinue reading “The Legacy We Leave”

Prune, Restore & Improve

Frequently, when I seem to be in a rut, I ask others for prayer. In anxiety, stress, frustration, fear, I often seek others for their prayers before I ever force my knees to the earth. A couple of weeks ago I was challenged to change my ways. Rather than seeking out the faith of others,Continue reading “Prune, Restore & Improve”

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”

The Fight to Believe the God Who Loves

They say your bedroom should be a place set aside, a place uncluttered, so that when we lay down to sleep, we aren’t distracted by work, to-do lists, people. We can rest. My life is not a perfect world, so more often than not, the sanctuary of rest that is called my bedroom is notContinue reading “The Fight to Believe the God Who Loves”

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”