Ever feel so defeated? And then have guilt because YOUR story of defeat is just NOTHING compared to somebody else’s? Welcome to parenthood. Hello, my name is Morgan and I’m currently experiencing guilt. Guilt for handing the screaming baby off, just so I can poop. For just. Not. Caring that my older kids are whimpering…
Dear youngest, Its been beautiful with you. I wish I’d had the sense and experience to enjoy my previous maternity leaves as much as I have this one. You are unique, fourth child of mine. With you, I recognized the beauty of this time, to experience it beyond pure survival. I am stronger, I am…
I heard on a podcast a few months ago from Emily Freeman about the importance of allowing yourself periods of mourning, even for things that we don’t traditionally think of as needing to mourn. She wasn’t talking about the awful circumstances that require legit grieving, like the death of a close friend or a failed…
I have only today. I am given only today. I am not guaranteed tomorrow, or even the remainder of this today. Today is important. Today is beautiful. Today is precious. Today is not to be wasted. Does that scare anyone else? Does me. I gets my people-pleasing (i.e., legalism) tendencies all up in a tizzy.…
I have a friend. She’s having trouble speaking, on occasion. Its not all the time, it hits her at odd times and its very frustrating. We’ve been praying and she’s been seeking answers from doctors, but its something to learn to live with at the moment. Today, at church, it had hit. Pretty hard. But…
It’s our anniversary. 12 years ago, this man next to me said “I do.” Yesterday, he single-handedly replaced a toilet. He even mopped the floor before installing the new one. This morning, he held out a strong, steady forearm so I could haul my pregnant self over the maternity pillow for an early morning snuggle.…
Dreams. They’re just dreams. Crazy, mixed up, scary, but not real. Thoughts alone. Manifestations of neurons. Pictures and fragments in a blender in my head while I sleep, trying to sort themselves out. I dreamed that I knew I was about to witness my husband’s death. Some sort of gentleman’s duel, sort of, only it…
Evenings. They’re hard with kids. Even if we’re closing up a good day, with cooperative children, sweet kid kisses, and relative sibling harmony, evenings can really suck. But today wasn’t a particularly blissful day in parenting. And it was definitely hard by supper time. Gideon goes overly emotional with buttons sticking a mile out. Noah…
Today, I matched socks out of a basket while sitting on the potty. I’ve never done that before. As I did so, I tried to decide if I should consider this efficiency? or a new personal low in home management skills? As a working mom, ministry wife, and mom of 3 (and a half!), I…
You are seen. You are heard. You do not go unnoticed through this world. Feeling unloved is an illusion, a lie fed to you by a dark, scheming enemy. Look up, look into His words to you. Lean hard into your faith, push away the whispered lies that you’re ignored. YOU ARE LOVED.