Celebrating the joys and sharing the struggles of motherhood, life and faith.
I feel overwhelmed some days. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that has me looking around the room wondering where to even start. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that makes the tears sting my eyes because it seems as though the harder I try the further behind I get. That kind of overwhelmed. Sometimes I struggle …
Continue reading Dear Overwhelmed Mama, It’s not about perfection; it’s about love.
It’s hard to believe that I’m sitting here staring 40 in the eye. I never thought this day would arrive so soon, but here I am. As I sit here contemplating this turn of another year, I’ve begun to wonder what I’d tell my younger self if I had the opportunity. Here are a few …
Continue reading Dear Younger Me:
See this picture? This is real. This is honest. This is real honest! And I’ll be even more honest…it’s a bit too real for me. I don’t want to share this because I want you to believe that my home is beautiful and spotless at any given moment. When you walk inside, I want my …
Continue reading Junk In The Closet
While most people in our South Georgia community were pulling Christmas decorations out of boxes to adorn their tables, mantels, and trees, we were packing things into boxes preparing to begin a new journey. My husband had been called to pastor a church a few hundred miles from the place we called “home.”When we arrived, …
Continue reading Beautiful Brokenness
Often I get to church feeling as though I need to skip Sunday School, walk straight up to the sanctuary, down the center aisle, and kneel at the altar to pray. Does this sound a bit dramatic? Maybe, but if you have children and you’re a church-goer, I’m betting (or maybe just hoping!) that I’m …
Continue reading Children, Church and Chaos
Should I blog? I’ve wrestled with this question off and on for several weeks now. I tend to do this with some things (or a lot of things) lately. By nature I’m analytical, but sometimes all of this analyzing can lead to anxiety. I don’t remember being this analytical or “thinky” (as my dear friend …
Continue reading No Mama’s Perfect
