proverbs 31 woman

the road narrows…

I’m trying a new thing this winter and it involves bundling up in a million layers and heading outside as the sun is coming up. YIKES. Apparently, I am now living proof of what a non-winter person can accomplish when they are desperate for a little fresh air, a little alone time, and a little…

that time I made a sticker chart…

This is a family pic that we took on Mother’s Day. I LOVE my precious offspring…all four of them…but after weeks of quarantine and endless family time, I have never been more thankful or appreciative of babysitters. And grandmas. And date nights. And alone time.  Here’s why: my youngest two are not good listeners and…

that time I grabbed the scissors…

I am not a very patient person by nature (My husband snorted when he read that sentence. He says I am NOT AT ALL a patient person). Like, for instance, when I get an idea in my head. I will ruminate on it for about half of a day, but then I have to take…

nice when they’re not…

You know what I find to be one of the hardest things to teach my kids? Be nice when the other person is not.  But that’s what I tell my kids when they divulge to me that other kids at school say mean things to them, or push them around. Be nice when they’re not. …

eyes on the prize…

It is not easy being transparent about my struggles. I am well aware that it can make me look downright pitiful…and most of the time, I’m ok with that. I continue to share because I want others to see the POWER that is available to them if they press into Jesus. This is one of…

the lesson I learned about rest…

Resting.  I’m NOT good at it.  I don’t really do it because the entire time I am resting, all I can think about is what I should be doing instead of resting.    I prefer to run full speed. To get stuff done. To knock out my to-do list like a prize fighter.  Most of…

it isn’t fair…

It isn’t fair! Do you know how many times I have said that phrase? Too many times.   As a kid, I remember righteous indignation boiling to the surface and spilling out of me when I faced an injustice.     It isn’t fair! I would yell as I stomped my foot.   Usually, it…

willing to be a fool…

I am willing to be a fool for you. That’s the promise that I made to God when I started writing. Through the good, the bad and the ugly, I vowed to be transparent so that others could see his tremendous love and power at work in my life. The journey has not been easy…

the power of the tongue…

I was trying to steer my overflowing cart through the crowded dairy aisle at Target, frantically checking my list to make sure I had grabbed everything.  My little guys were hitting each other and screaming for treats, which made it difficult to focus. I could sense that we were fast approaching a meltdown, so I…

still, I trust.

I would love to be able to say that I am navigating this time of hardship in our family with grace and joy. But the truth is that I’m struggling. Still, I trust. And I think that’s the heart of real faith – it’s daring to trust God and have hope that flies in the…