On Prayers that Permeate His Heart

On Prayers that Permeate His Heart

Even at three years old, I want my son to know that God always, always hears us. In the every-moment chatter. In the impassioned and pleading, tear-filled prayers. In the muttered-under-our-breath asks for patience. In the silent moments when the Spirit intercedes for...

On the Least Boring, Everyday Extraordinary Kind of Love

On our anniversary, I used to wear things that I wore on our wedding day. ‘Mrs.’ shirts, shoes, jewelry and perfume, all to remind us of that once in a lifetime day. Eight years afterwards, the shirts and shoes no longer fit. The jewelry is far too...
On This Season of Sacrifice

On This Season of Sacrifice

My days are patchworked together much like the quilts we use for summer picnics. A moment for writing here, a minute for cleaning up there, a big chunk for work pops up, a few minutes of quiet before someone wakes. This season of raising small children? This season,...
Real Mom Confessions: the link-up {week 5}

Real Mom Confessions: the link-up {week 5}

That picture still makes me laugh every time I see it. You know what else makes me smile? The graphics you all make for your Real Mom Confessions posts! They are amazing! You mamas are the best. Well shall we? I’ve started a note on my phone that I use to jot...

On Waiting for the Desires of My Heart

In this technology-driven-and-saturated world, not only do others have things we want, the things they have are displayed for all the see. Book deals aren’t secrets. Beautiful families are posted on walls. Opportunities and great ideas are shared right in public. It...
Real Mom Confessions: the link-up {week 5}

Real Mom Confessions: the link-up {week 3}

It’s that time again. How has it been a week already?! I swear we live in a baby/toddler time warp. Here’s what we’ve been dealing with around here: We recently moved Sam’s carseat to the back row in the van, to give him more space. During our...
On the Worst Kind of Mommy War

On the Worst Kind of Mommy War

I weigh more than I ever have before. I wear a bigger size than I ever have before. I have more soft folds than I ever have before. On the last flight I took, while the seatbelt fit fine the sides of the seat nearly left marks on my hips. Sometimes I don’t...

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