Dearest Friend, I’m sitting here in the depths of real, raw motherhood today. My precious Bliss recovering from a virus by my side. Recovering. I should mention… the virus itself is gone. But the side effects – the virus recovery – has more to do with her mental health (and mine) than her physical wellContinue reading “We Fit In: A Love Note to Moms”
When life gives you lemons – a.k.a. all the wildness – you can either make some super delicious lemonade with it… or you can not. With six years of mothering a gorgeous child with sensory processing disorder and fifteen years mothering me – a woman living with chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS/ME) – under my belt, I have personally come to the conclusion that either we choose to thrive… to make the lemonade… or we choose to not thrive.
Today I’m trying my hand at poetry. We’ll see if I can convey the joy I’m experiencing. I pray I can. Blessings, sweet friends xox J. I see Jesus In the sunrise No child in my bed For perhaps The first time In a decade. I see Jesus In the bath time When I canContinue reading “Where I See Jesus”
Too many people were suffering in silence and I wasn’t okay with it anymore. So I became obedient and put my experience in my blog to show how Christ can make a broken, Filipino girl into a woman who strives to show others they are not alone.
In order to fully embrace your child and role as a caregiver, you have to tune out the voices around you, and remember that God entrusted you with your unique child.
During our travels, Conner had a grand-mal seizure, which would require him to be transported to a children’s hospital in Indianapolis. Doctors ran endless tests; and Craig was flown out to Indiana on the airline he was working for.
During this time, the doctors would tell us he wouldn’t amount to anything; that Conner would be a vegetable the rest of his life. It seemed like more bad news after more bad news.
Have you ever felt like you have had enough? Enough is enough, right? That’s how my husband and I felt.
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!)
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.)
Over the last 33 years, I have had a plethora of life experiences that have led me closer and closer in my walk with the Lord. One of the greatest? Yoga.