I met her in a hotel lobby at the MOPS Convention. We walked and talked between fetching bags and sorting out check-ins and standing stranded between hundreds of people pouring out our stories as quick as our stumbling tongues could get to them. Some women are your sisters whether you’ve known them five minutes or five years. Rebekah Lyons is that kind of women to me. We stood clutching our bags and sharing about the challenge to stay. To stay keep reading…
I’ve been thinking about this place and what I write here and why I write so much about motherhood. You may not know this about me, but for most of my life I was determined to avoid motherhood at all costs. Peter married me knowing this. I had all kinds of confused junk I was sorting through and thankfully for me both Pete and Jesus loved me just the way I was. But here’s the thing – God has since keep reading…
I talk a lot here about how small a mother’s routine can feel. Perhaps, however, I don’t talk enough about how big the impact of that routine can be. Celebrating the small is directly related to recognizing the massive, Kingdom impact. Kids are forever. They are eternity with skin on. And we mold them like so much play-doh until one day they walk out the door and take every small moment of a family’s routine with them. My mom died keep reading…
She was one of the last people in line after I got done talking about blogging and callings and the motherhood juggle. I could hear the urgency in her voice. What happens if someone else steals my dream while I’m waiting? What if they write my idea first before I’ve had a chance to get started? And I knew just what she meant. Three years ago I was commuting into work hours each way with daycare drop offs that made keep reading…
My name is Lisa-Jo and I struggle with comparing myself to others. It feels like such an embarrassing admission – the rabbit hole of comparing yourself to other people. It feels like something better whispered in the ear of a good friend than admitted out loud. But today I think I need to sit at this desk in the corner of a {not-so-messy-as-usual} playroom and pull you aside and ask you, “How can we be in this together instead of keep reading…
Mandy Scarr
“Don’t let your lack of words keep you from sitting beside her. Let her cry ugly tears, catching them as they fall. That’s all she really needs, that’s all she really wants. She wants you, comfort with clothes on”
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