If this would be the pattern going forward, could I really be a working mom?
This was not exactly the hammock-swaying, book-reading, iced-tea-sipping camping trip I had envisioned.
I closed my eyes, knowing I would open them to you curled up beside me. What I did not know was that this was our last time.
I closed my eyes, knowing I would open them to you curled up beside me. What I did not know was that this was our last time.
“Do you feel this lump right here on her head?” I asked. “Yes.” she responded. It wasn’t all in my mind. Panic pulled my heart into my stomach.
I wanted to barge into his memories. This man that nine years ago I swore to always cherish, I wanted to cherish now the part of him I never knew.
Yesterday we passed by a memorial. Flowers planted under a fence line next to a crooked wooden cross. A name, and “6.21.18”. All those strangers were right.
As parents, we’re told time and again, “Don’t blink, or you’ll miss it!” But I don’t think it’s about whether or not we blink.
Budget worries, schedule conflicts, deadlines approaching, sleep scant. It all left my mind buzzing. How can mothers choose to thrive above the clutter and chaos?
Budget worries, schedule conflicts, deadlines approaching, sleep scant. It all left my mind buzzing. How can mothers choose to thrive above the clutter and chaos?
I knew once I saw the number that I could not unsee it. My heart sank. The last thing us parents need is guilt. We need a plan and some encouragement.
Raising kids stirs something deep in our souls — an innate knowing that our time is finite. Taking my kids outside in creation, I’m discovering how to stretch our time and pack it to the brim with meaning. God’s creativity provides the riches of resources for teaching the next generation who He is and how He loves us. Join our adventure and discover inspiration and resources for refusing rush, creating habits of rest, living intentionally, and making the most of this beautiful life!