It’s Okay.

It’s Okay.

It’s not your fault, you know.   It really isn’t. No matter how many times you have thought it. No matter how many times someone told you. It’s not your fault. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t you? You know exactly what your “it” is. It is...
Little Girls and Their Mommas

Little Girls and Their Mommas

“You’re a mean momma!” She shouted as she pushed her tiny thirty pound body away from mine. They were hurtful words, but I knew she didn’t mean them. I mean, she did, but… she didn’t really. On this day, I wouldn’t let her have another juice box before bed. “Sister....
Save a Little Love For Me

Save a Little Love For Me

He grabs his boots, or his briefcase, or his suitcase – and He’s headed off to work. She’s busy making breakfast for the little ones already awake. The cereal spills across the kitchen floor just as the baby monitor lights up. Someone else needs her too. She pours...
Only Good Mommies…

Only Good Mommies…

I used to think that good mommies were a group of women that did everything right. You know. Good mommies don’t yell. They have endless patience. Good mommies balance life at home and work and every other group/organization they or their kids are a part of. Good...
To the Momma Who Needs to Vent

To the Momma Who Needs to Vent

“I just cleaned this house!” I sigh as I walk out of my bedroom and find a living room floor covered in toys AGAIN! NO! No No No! I’m not cleaning this mess again today. I’m not doing it! I’m not going to spend all day sorting through...
You’re Worth Your Own Attention

You’re Worth Your Own Attention

It was late… not like Tonight Show late… like infomercial late… like somewhere there is a farmer getting up to start his day late…. Like almost tomorrow late. And I hadn’t slept one bit. Don’t get me wrong here. My head had touched the pillow. It had touched the...
A Place at the Table

A Place at the Table

My heart races. My palms sweat. I’m face to face with one of my worst fears. No, I’m not talking about snakes or spiders or even being kidnapped. I’m in the middle of a crowded lunch room surrounded by people that I do not know without a place to sit or a friend in...
Somewhere There Is a Woman…

Somewhere There Is a Woman…

Somewhere there is a woman rocking a baby in the middle of the night. She is exhausted and tired, and as she rocks back and forth, she cries silently into his curly hair. His head tucked up under her chin, his chubby hands holding onto her, she holds him tightly and...
What Millennials Really Want from Church

What Millennials Really Want from Church

I am a millennial and I grew up in church. I lived church. Some of my earliest memories involve Sunday School lessons and nursery friend playdates. Some of my oldest friends to this day I made in church over 20 years ago. I have a ton of “behind the scenes” memories...
What if You Could Go Back to the Beginning?

What if You Could Go Back to the Beginning?

Hey friend, I know that there are days when it is hard to love that spouse of yours. I know that there are moments when you don’t know how you’re ever going to make it. But I have this idea, and it just might change everything. But first, let me tell you this story....
Wedding Vows: Now That We are Parents

Wedding Vows: Now That We are Parents

I woke up this morning and wasn’t concerned about what I would wear to our fancy dinner tonight. I wasn’t worried about finding shoes or jewelry, or making sure that I had plenty of time to get my hair and makeup done. I didn’t look for roses or perfume or expect to...
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