On Friday’s we silence the inner critic. The loudest of all naysayers. And on Fridays we remind ourselves that The Word is for us and loves us and welcomes us.

Your words are safe here.


So come and write with us. Together. On one word for five minutes. And then link up your post or leave it in the comments. But remember, the one must rule here is that you visit the person who linked up before you and encourage them in their writing.

That’s it. The gift of encouragement – pass it on.

All the back story and details for how to play along are over here.

Today the word is the one that’s been hammering in my head all week.

Today the word is GRACE.


For the woman you want to be more like.

For the woman you’re mad at.

For the children who make you lose your ever loving mind.

For the lost shoes and hours and good intentions and arguments and games that aren’t sport.

For the heart aches and internal wrestling matches.

For the podiums and speakers and agendas and missed opportunities and hard conversations.

For the misunderstandings.

For the wishing, hoping, dreaming, demanding your dream, your time, your schedule.

For the doubts.

For the darkness.

For the hidden inside core of her that you didn’t see yet or that slipped past you in that blog post.

For the deeply wounded, desperate friend.

For the person you can’t understand.

For the one you don’t want to understand.

For the agenda you refuse to understand.

For the hope of community.

For the light of friendship during the minivan years.

For the promise of not alone.

For the wonder of connecting.

For the comfort of knowing you’re not alone with your lonely thoughts.

For believing that their are other mothers who wake up wanting to quit.

For applauding that they get up anyway.

For temper tantrums and tears and dark streaks of mascara.

For sick kids and hearts and wounded women.

For making safe spaces – online, offline, and in the grocery line and church parking lot.

I beg grace.

I beg grace.

I beg grace.

For each other.