Giving Myself Grace-Easier Said than Done

I’m laying on the floor of our living room. Toys are strewn all about, and this house hasn’t known silence for at least three years. I’ve convinced our toddler to play ‘baby mama’ which is basically when I pretend I’m a baby and he takes care of me. Right now it’s baby mama’s naptime. It’s…

Not all habits are bad

Over the years I’ve developed this habit of finding any excuse to run an errand. Oh, we’re out of stamps? I’m on it. What’s that, hunny? The water softener needs salt? Be back in twenty.  It’s my mini escape disguised as a productive favor and I love it. I love choosing the radio station, cracking…

A Mother’s Love Should be Reckless

‘Reckless Love’ by Cory Asbury is a song that seems to serendipitously surprise me at the right moment, randomly playing on the radio like an anthem I desperately need. It began about a year ago, and I immediately had this overwhelming confidence that God wanted me to pay attention to this song and its meaning. …

on my mat

I consider myself a yogi. It’s a loose title, very much unlike the sleek black pants that seem to feel tighter and tighter each year. But through various waves of commitment and zeal I have practiced yoga for about 14 years. It’s been at times my exercise, therapy, church, rehabilitation…and at my worst, yoga has…

Being present in the age of apps

When I learned our theme for MOPS was living life to the full, my mind immediately went to the idea of being present. Present for my kids, my husband, my friends…even being present for myself. I just knew that this fairly attainable notion was not the current reality in my life, and I’d venture many…

grace under fire

I spent all day rejecting grace, until it burst into flames.  I was in the darkest depths of not living up to my own pre-Thanksgiving expectations when my husband yelled out “FIRE!”  The day before turkey day, furiously washing dishes at the sink while murmuring my frustrations about everything going wrong, his shout caught my…

Behind the beauty

You see the photograph on your social media feed. She had time to make her own bread? She had time to plait it? She had time to obnoxiously stage the braid, AND post the picture? You do one of 3 things: Keep on scrolling, indifferent to the landscape of curated aesthetics. Secretly judge her, perhaps…

He needed it more

It had been a day. The demanding, whining, limit pushing kind of day. The counting down until bedtime kind of day. You know, where you start fantasizing about how you’ll spend your time once the kids are asleep? It was about forty minutes before bedtime, a Netflix marathon of Great British Baking Show dangling right…