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”

Motherhood: Requirements for Holiness

I used to have an internal dialogue that would make my head ache and my heart hurt. I would look at my life and say to myself,¬†Well, this is good enough. Not ideal. I’m just a mom. But I’ll be better for Jesus when I have the time, when I can be the version ofContinue reading “Motherhood: Requirements for Holiness”

Notes on Motherhood

I am super exhausted from this presidential election. Amen? I hop on Facebook for a planned 5 minutes and end up spending 20 reading all the posts, updates, articles, fights. It makes my soul feel like it weighs a thousand pounds. It’s too much for me. Compassion and empathy run deep in my bones, andContinue reading “Notes on 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”