Look Up, Child

Numbed-out by the tumultuous few weeks before we took flight – and absolutely emotionally exhausted by the child I aim to be loved-by (wince) – I chanted the words “Help Me” over and over as I pounded the boardwalk above the most beautiful ocean I’ve ever seen. One foot. Help. Second foot. Me. Over and over again. And then the words I was needing to hear punched me in the gut… … More Look Up, Child

She Is Stable

Hey beautiful friends! Welcome to the adventure. I am so incredibly honored to explore life with (and speak life into) you! My prayer is that this is another post full of exploration tinged with hope. A few years ago, I wrote about bed rest with my Wild one. I was 31 weeks gestation when early … More She Is Stable

How She Grows

Friend, your babies will inspire you. They will tire you. They will encourage you. They will enrage you and engage you and make you laugh until your sides hurt and cry until you’re sure there isn’t a single tear left. And they will tear you apart into pieces that can never be stitched back together again.

(Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but you don’t want the old you to be stitched back together. You want the new you. I promise a million times over you want her! Even if the her you are today isn’t the one you imagined you would be. I pinky swear!) … More How She Grows

Identity Crisis – Just Call Me “His”

A few weeks ago, I mentioned to my mentor/sponsor that I felt like the Lord was calling me to take a few days off from really real life. Being a mother is my heart and soul. Yet, to my Maker, I am immeasurably more than a mother. He calls me beautiful on my worst days. Which makes me wonder, what does He call me on my best? (Wink. I think it’s just “still” His.) … More Identity Crisis – Just Call Me “His”

Worthy

The next time someone does something for you – whether it’s big or small – I hope you’ll smile and say thanks.

And let that be it.

We don’t need to return every favor or apologize for taking up space.

We can accept goodness and favor and blessings abundant – and from this space pour out into the world. … More Worthy