Before I had Mazy, I was more than involved as a youth pastor’s wife. I was making copious amounts of food, going to every event, and really, doing what I loved. In fact, when I was a freshman in college, I had declared youth ministry as my major, until a lunch table conversation with a…
It was a typical day in our home. Until the blankies had to get washed. For the past couple weeks, I have been mulling over in my head how I was going to combat the tears, since we had been down this road before. Unfortunately, I came up with no clever solution. So after Mazy’s…
Start the list: You haven’t finished the laundry. You haven’t made that new recipe. You haven’t organized your kids’ papers. You haven’t made a “good” supper in weeks. You haven’t exercised in who knows how long. You haven’t done this. And you haven’t done that. I am sure you can fill in the blanks. Think…
I once read somewhere that: Grace is not expecting immediate perfection, but allowing progression. Take a second to think about that. Think about how you treat your husband. Your children. Your friends. Yourself. In this thing called life, I think “perfection” is something we all want to obtain, to some degree. Pick an area of…
Think about the best experience of your life. Maybe it was a promotion you had. Maybe it was a trip you went on with your spouse or family. Maybe it was the quiet you had in the middle of the woods. Maybe it was even an insanely good deal you found. There is something to…
We have developed a completely new vocabulary, living with a toddler. One that usually makes no sense to anyone else but us, yet a vocab that has taught me far greater than new words. Let me share just a few: Sup-pa = pizza Amen = when she’s done reading a book gawk = milk George…
