Bring On The Lemonade (Choosing to Thrive)

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 … Continue reading Bring On The Lemonade (Choosing to Thrive)

Where I See Jesus

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 can … Continue reading Where I See Jesus

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...

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 … Continue reading 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!)