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 …
Whenever I start to feel comfortable with where I’m at in my current stage of motherhood, the comparison trap hits. We all talk about it; we all hate it, but it happens to all of us nonetheless. I look up less often and look to the left and right more often. Believing I need something …
I have to believe God has a plan. With all the ups and downs, two steps forward and five steps back, zigzag lines rushing from point A to point B—I have to trust He is advancing my seemingly crazy life in a direction He finds prosperous. “For I know the plans I have for you,” …
The rain came down in sheets creating large puddles in the brown grass. As the dark gray sky emptied its large buckets of water onto the parched earth, Baby Boy and I went to the front door to watch. It had been a long dry season of insignificant rains, scarcely long enough to wet the …
I remember exclaiming “Is this really my life?” while sipping drinks with my girlfriends on a girls’ trip in my early twenties. We were sun-bathing in an infinity pool overlooking the beautiful waters of St. John. We kept repeating that phrase over and over again, pinching ourselves in disbelief that we were able to go …
This is your life. With all the ups, downs, and in-betweens. And it was always meant to be your life. But with every season in your life comes different feelings. And as I’ve said before if I let my downhearted feelings take the steering wheel, my life becomes a chaotic car chase where I crash …
