Laundry can wait to be folded Your books can wait to be read Dishes can wait to be rinsed But their souls can’t wait to be fed Little hands can’t wait to be held Adventure can’t wait to be found For they're only little a little while So mama, don’t lose any ground Keep your… Continue reading Dear Mamas
Your time. Your body. Your words. Your worship. Your marriage. Your family. Your life. Friends, there's an enemy looking to tarnish and desensitize you to the sacredness of every one of these things. Don't fall for it. Hold fast to God. Even if it means losing things along the way.
Grow me, strong and firm, as the hardy oak tree stands Mold me, soft and gentle, as the clay inside Your hands Bridle me, sober and discreet, as the dead broke horse Raise me, sure and mighty, as the waves that crash with force Sand me, smooth and even, as the timber in my room… Continue reading A daughter’s prayer
I just assumed that weaning would be great. I mean, the thought of my boobs being my own again sounded awesome. I knew it wouldn’t necessarily be easy, as my daughter didn’t take a bottle or a pacifier (I WAS her bottle and pacifier!) but I was naïve in just what weaning would entail. I… Continue reading Weaning & Depression
Mother: The direct vessel through which all life exits the transcendental world and enters the physical; The axis upon which all things requiring love, protection, and nurturing spin; The roots from which new life stems and grows. It isn’t a role to be taken lightly, nor is it one to take for granted. Prior to… Continue reading Motherhood