The dryer buzzes loud in the morning silence with another load to be folded. There are piles of already-folded laundry on the living room floor next to bags that have yet to be unpacked from a weekend away. Our school day is starting soon and the girls should have been awake and ready long before … Continue reading You are not enough … and that’s okay.
Life is made up of moments. Little moments produce big things. Moms, what you do matters!
I’m turning up the sod in the back corner of the yard. The afternoon sun is hot and the fence blocks the breeze. Sweat runs down my face and my throat burns thirsty. I push the shovel into the hard ground and lift—small, matted clumps of grass. I’m at it for what seems like hours, with little to show for it.
Large tears rolled down my daughter's cheeks. "Nooooooooo!" she wailed. The scene had been going on for about five minutes now. My husband was trying to change Evelyn's diaper, which was wet and heavy and very smelly. My daughter was crying like her heart was breaking into a million pieces. "Waaaaaant stinky diaper!" Twenty minutes … Continue reading Dirty Diapers and Good Friday
Rejection. Hurt. How did I become who I am? I went to a prayer meeting last night and felt sure that something had been broken. I came home and, when my husband wouldn’t listen to me, I yelled. He yelled back. I cried. Then I gave him the silent treatment. I felt rotten. But still … Continue reading The Freedom to Choose. The Freedom to Move on.