Because I am a Mom, I Believe

Because I am a Mom, I Believe

**Alternately titled, “Pardon Me, But I Believe That’s My Face You’re Using as a Pillow!”** I heard a remarkable thing today. I heard a perspective on a worn out worship song that was brand new to me. I heard a man get up and say, that anytime he thinks of...
Motherhood Rocks

Motherhood Rocks

Sometimes being a mother is more than a series of moments connected only by dirty diapers, empty baby wipe bins, toy cars strewn all over the bathroom floor, and bum cream. If you listen closely there is a melody that connects it all. There is a pulsating rhythm of...
Because I am a Mom, I Believe

The World According to Jackson (part 2)

Ok folks, take a break from your chores, pause your TiVo, set aside your grading or your homework assignment and settle down in your comfy chair with your brain in neutral. Because here are some sure-to-tickle-you-pink, recent gems from our oldest that can only leave...