I feel like I just need to say it out loud, for myself and anyone else in my current situation trying to make new year’s resolutions…so, here goes… I’m not perfect. There. The truth is out. In case you were wondering (heehee). I don’t have to put on a perfect persona or assume to have …
Month: December 2019
Face turning red and eyes watering, our son was coughing so hard he couldn’t catch his breath, the mucus creating a suction in his throat that made it hard to catch a break. My husband and I looked at one another and panicked. We quickly bundled Baby Boy and put him in the car to …
Sometimes in our busyness, we push good intentions to the side. We say no when we push our quiet time, coffee with a friend, or date night with our spouse to the side. Saying yes to God seems difficult. We believe our plans are better than God’s because…well, they’ve worked this far on our own. …
Routine and order and basic ordinary rule my life. Calculated nap schedules and arranged outings are my jam. Making plans and pursuing those plans make me feel like I’m in control. Like I’m the one in charge of my life: where I go, what I do, who I see. I love planned spontaneity: this idea …
“I’m not excited for it,” I told my friend. “In fact, I could probably more so cry about it than laugh about it.” My friend and I were walking and talking about the Christmas season. Yes, it’s December. Inevitably, Christmas is {insert number of days} away, but I’m not excited about it. (I know, right?) …
Do you know the joy you feel when you look forward to something? Something you are so excited for? The joy that begins as a simmer? Warming until it bursts up and over and out, causing you to smile wide in bubbly excitement? I am meditating on that joy today. Now, alternatively, do you know …
I was feeling good about the day; joyful and full of life. I had a couple of minutes before Sam was to up from his nap, and, despite my better judgment, hopped on Instagram. Big mistake. Huge. Social media anxiety kicked in full tilt. I immediately saw I had lost some “followers,” which devastated me, …