Exasperation hit the fan, and let’s just say, {stuff} got real…fast. My usually accommodating self could no longer contain my frustration. The culprit? Changing my son’s diaper. You know you need a break when a diaper change makes steam come out of your ears. The diaper change had been always been a playful feud, but …
High up on the mountain, I look out into the big, vast expanse. It’s a long way down from here. Fear startles me out of my peaceful thanksgiving. My eyes open wide as I wonder how I even got this high. I’m afraid of being this high, remember? I can’t be up here by myself. …
Looking down at my son, our hands intertwining and interlocking as he nursed, I couldn’t believe I had exclusively breastfed him these past 11 months. Now as the end of his first year of life was fast approaching, the thought of weaning him overwhelmed my heart. I remember beginning our journey together. We had made …
“Wow, you’re beautiful,” my husband’s words caught me off guard. I guiltily looked behind me as we made eye contact in the bathroom mirror. He was laying on the bed with our son; they laid there so easily, but my husband was looking lovingly at me. Maybe he could see my analytical eyes or maybe he …
My fussy son didn’t want anything but to be in my lap. He wanted to be held in my arms. Of course, I was trying to eat breakfast, drink coffee, basically do all the things to get our day going. I believed he was teething because no matter how I held him, he just couldn’t …
I sat down for a quiet time expecting God to show up big. I selfishly loved the positive response I was getting on social media, and I wanted to continue sharing all that God was teaching me. As I eagerly put my pen to paper, ready to journal all that God was going to tell …
