by Lisa-Jo | May 5, 2015 | Cheering for you, Daughters, Motherhood, No more mom guilt, No such thing as just a mom, Ordinary Glory
It was late last night. After we’d all be for a run around the block. After I’d made dinner. After we’d helped everyone through their homework. After the boys had showered and Jackson had done his reading next to me. It was when both boys were...
by Lisa-Jo | Apr 21, 2015 | Cheering for you, Motherhood, No more mom guilt, Ordinary Glory
It constantly surprises me how grown up I don’t feel. I have three kids and still most days feel like I’m playing house. I look around me and am surprised to find myself in this minivan with these children who think I have answers to all the questions in...
by Lisa-Jo | Apr 14, 2015 | Motherhood, Ordinary Glory, The ordinary extraordinary
When Peter asked me how the kids’ baseball game was I told him, “Long and boring.” Which was sort of true. But there’s this other part. The part that you can miss if you’re not paying attention. Sure, there’s lots of dirt and gravel...
by Lisa-Jo | Mar 12, 2015 | Cheering for you, Motherhood, No such thing as just a mom, Ordinary Glory
You know how some nights you are just tired and run down and it’s 10pm and there’s STILL one straggler kid who isn’t asleep yet and all you really want is to crawl into bed with that book you can’t seem to get past chapter 3 on because...
by Lisa-Jo | Mar 10, 2015 | Faith, Ordinary Glory
I pray at the kitchen sink more than anywhere else. I think it’s something to do with the soothing warm water and the fact that washing dishes is a focused task. Compared to, say, cleaning up the living room, which has me rabbit trailing between toys and books and the...
by Lisa-Jo | Jan 27, 2015 | Love me my man, Marriage, Ordinary Glory
Give me an ordinary love. Give me morning hair and old, comfy pajama pants. Give me dirty socks next to the bed every night. Even if the bed is in different continents at different times and seasons of life. Even if the bed sags in the middle. Even if the bed is full...
