by Lisa-Jo | Apr 28, 2016 | Faith, Family, No such thing as just a mom
I’ve heard the whispers. The rumblings. The women who pull me aside to share with shy and embarrassed eyes this worry that what you do doesn’t count because you do it at 2am when no one is looking except the baby who’s throwing up. Again. Or because what you do...
by Lisa-Jo | Jan 20, 2016 | Cheering for you, Daughters, Faith, Girlfriends, Love the body you've got, Motherhood, No such thing as just a mom
When the news turns dark, when I have a hard time believing my pastor, and all I want to do is switch between hot baths and my cosy bed, it’s the stories of what women are capable of right there in the middle of the darkness that I need. The stories that take...
by Lisa-Jo | Jan 6, 2016 | Callings, Cheering for you, No such thing as just a mom
So here’s the lie I think we most often, most dangerously, buy into. We take that thing we love, that we’re passionate about, that we feel called to and we compare it to what other women are doing and then we belittle it by putting the word,...
by Lisa-Jo | Nov 25, 2015 | Cheering for you, Christmas, Holidays, No more mom guilt, No such thing as just a mom
For the days we are running on empty. For the days we just don’t think we have it in us to pick up one more load of groceries, read one more story, play one more game of Monopoly, wash one more round of sheets. For the days when we think everyone else has it...
by Lisa-Jo | Oct 14, 2015 | (in)courage, Callings, No such thing as just a mom, South Africa, Take Action, Travel
Since we’ve been given the biblical mandate that we all belong to each other {Romans 12:5, NLT}, this fall at (in)courage we wanted to spend some deliberate time together unpacking what that means. To focus on what it means to love my neighbor as myself. To open our...
by Lisa-Jo | Aug 6, 2015 | Daughters, No such thing as just a mom
She wanted to take a walk to go and get the mail. It was that slow time of night after dinner when the sunny is softly coloring in all the corners of the neighborhood. The petals of the flowers in the neighbor’s bed droop heavy. I feel the gravel under our feet....
