This weekend consisted of a road trip for one. For two entire days I was by myself. There were no dinners for me to prepare, no dishes to wash, no nap times to rush home for or little teeth to brush. There were also no bedtime cuddles or tickle fights or laughs shared over the supper… Continue reading The tug of war of a mother’s heart
Things have been a little crazy around here lately. My boys are busy growing and with that comes a seemingly endless cycle of tantrums, outbursts of crying, yelling, fighting. There are many days I want to run away and hide from it all. There are many times I feel angry at this lot I’ve been… Continue reading Is God in this mess?
“Mommy, Mommy, come look!” My 4 year old is grabbing my hand and dragging me downstairs. He pulls me across the basement floor and into the laundry room. I find my husband there pushing paint cans and brushes to the side. The once dingy concrete floor is now a solid, beautiful grey. The entire room… Continue reading Finding the spectacular in a laundry room floor
I started using Instagram about 4 years ago, just after my first son was born. As you can imagine, my pictures mostly focused around my infatuation with him. I would get a whopping 2 likes every time I posted (all from family members). Instagram can be a lot of fun, but it does have its’… Continue reading My tiny beautiful things
“Two boys?” The lady in line behind me asks. I smile and nod as I simultaneously grit my teeth at the price of yet another load of groceries. “You’re lucky,” she says. I know, deep down, she’s right. But in that moment I want to tell her that although they look adorable sitting side by side… Continue reading Making heaven real
Thankfulness is a secret passageway into a room you can’t find any other way. It is the wardrobe into Narnia. – Mark Buchanan Crumbs: Evidence of once hungry bellies, now fully nourished. Give thanks to the lord, for he is good! His faithful love endures forever. (Psalm 107:1) Sink full of dishes: A memory of meals… Continue reading Entering the secret passageway
Who am I to speak of hope when I haven’t known loss? Who am I to speak of comfort when I haven’t known pain? Who am I to speak of joy when I haven’t known grief? Who am I to speak of gratitude when I haven’t been destitute? These questions seep through my thoughts as… Continue reading When your advantage in life feels like a disadvantage