Recovery. For a long time, I thought that word only belonged to people recovering from addiction, surgery, or a serious injury. I never considered that recovery could also describe the countless moments in everyday life when we have to find our footing again after disappointment, heartbreak, anxiety, grief, conflict, or failure. As moms, we are…
Every time I hear a sermon about giving, my stomach tightens. Not because I don’t want to be generous. But because I immediately start doing math. I’d love to tithe. I really would. But when giving ten percent means wondering how we’ll pay the electric bill, put gas in the car, or buy groceries, the…
Have you ever been perfectly content with your life until you opened social media? Maybe your day wasn’t extraordinary, but it was good. The kids were fed. The bills were paid. Laundry was folded—or at least moved from the washer to the dryer. Life felt manageable. Then you opened Instagram. Suddenly you’re scrolling past spotless…
There are seasons when my planner feels like a game of Tetris. Work deadlines compete with family responsibilities. Volunteer commitments overlap with appointments. The laundry needs folded, the dishes need washed, emails need answered, and someone always needs a ride somewhere. By the time I crawl into bed at night, I often find myself wondering…
There are seasons when lack seems to be everywhere we look. Not necessarily financial lack, although that can certainly be part of it. Sometimes the things we feel we’re lacking are much harder to measure. Time. Energy. Patience. Answers. Margin. Direction. Confidence. Rest. Lately, I’ve found myself focusing on what feels unfinished. There’s another school…
This morning started like so many Memorial Day mornings have over the years. There was a parade to get ready for. Matt left to help with the marching band trailer. I drove kids around, found a spot to watch and then afterwards I stood in my kitchen making mac and cheese for a cookout later…
Sometimes showing up as a mom looks less like strength… and more like sitting on the bathroom floor asking God to help you make it through the day gently. Not because you don’t love your family. Not because you’re failing. But because motherhood can feel heavy in ways very few people talk about honestly. Somewhere…
Somewhere along the way, motherhood started feeling like a performance I could never quite keep up with. Even on my best days, it still felt like I was falling behind somewhere. So I kept pushing. Kept carrying. Kept telling myself that if I just managed my time better, became more disciplined, got more organized, or…
You can teach manners for years, but say one curse word accidentally in traffic, and suddenly your toddler becomes a parrot. 😂 For some reason, children always seem to absorb the one thing you hoped they wouldn’t repeat. But honestly, as funny as those moments can be, they reveal something deeper, too. Kids absorb far…
The Quiet Things Shape a Home I used to think legacy was built in the big moments. The meaningful conversations.The milestone memories.The carefully planned lessons we hoped our children would carry with them someday. And while those moments matter, I’ve slowly realized something else over the years. Legacy is often built far more quietly than…