I suck it in as I glare at the mirror and do my best to dress to hide my extra baby weight. Even as I remember that some of my friends would do almost anything to have those stretch marks and that baby weight. They hope against hope each month that they will need to test. But…
Today I’m honored to be interviewing my friend Trina as part of the blog tour celebrating the release of her second book, Embracing Beauty. The first time I met Trina in person, we were roommates at Relevant (now Allume). Before the weekend was over, she was loaning me shirts and gently encouraging me to embrace my own…
Someone spilled their juice at breakfast. Again. And it’s no use crying over spilt milk or juice, but it’s the fact that it’s spilt over and again that tries one’s patience. Too often I react to my children’s little spills and mistakes with less patience than they show towards me. And it’s in the midst…
“It will kill your heart for motherhood if you compare yourself to everyone else’s ideals.” (Sally Clarkson in Desperate) There are times when I begin reading a book and realize that if I could only keep one book on the topic, this would be it. The author isn’t just speaking my language—they are speaking God’s…
They talk on the radio of “domestic tranquility” and I laugh. There’s not much tranquil around here unless the children are in bed. I try to pick up, spruce up, do the dishes up, but often, despite my best race-around-as-soon-as-naptime-is-over efforts, I welcome him home to a very messy, crazy, noisy house. I hand him…
I ask her to pick up her room and she does anything but. She runs in from outside, fist full of flowers, “I picked this bouquet for you, Mommy!” “They’re beautiful, honey, but aren’t you supposed to be picking up your room?” She comes from the school table, “I drew all my letters!” “Good job,…
Sundays are just plain hard when there are little ones in the house. Either your plans of sleeping in fell to naught and everyone was grumpy and tired the entire time you were getting ready for church. Or you actually did sleep in and therefore everything was rushed and you were finally getting into the…
Give me the wisdom to forego the tyranny of the urgent that I might not forsake the eternal that is here and now.
I’m faced with the opportunity so many times a day. And too often, I ignore it. The moment slips through my fingers due to my own impatience. It’s not a book deal or a speaking engagement. No, it’s bigger than that. But I brush it aside and think I’ll tend to it later. I pretend…
She talks of how moms need perspective and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. How can one maintain perspective in the midst of the up-all-night, wiping-noses-all-day, clingy-sick-babies kind of week we’ve had? Another speaks of visionary motherhood and the tears well so I can’t even see. How am I supposed to be a…
Dear Mom, I’m not sure how you did it. I know your floor hid the crumbs better than mine does. But the laundry was always clean and folded and put away. We didn’t have messes of toys everywhere. Our house was clean and we were happy. Not only that, but you managed a home-based business,…
Dear Lord, It’s past 1 o’clock in the afternoon on this, the National Day of Prayer here in the U.S. The house is finally quiet, for the first time since the middle child woke us all up at I can’t even remember what time. I sit down with my Bible and a hot cup of…
The End.
The End.