• Family,  Motherhood,  Parenting,  Stress

    A Mess too Big to Bless?

    It’s a Monday…again. I knew it was coming back—it does every week. Mondays are like the movie “Groundhog Day” around here. Laundry needs folded, dishes need washed, and even though I recall cleaning the house thoroughly just seven days ago, there is no evidence of that anywhere. I am in my typical Monday-state of rushing from room to room collecting misplaced items to return to their proper homes when I step in something wet as I enter the living room. I take a deep breath before I brave investigating the source of my now-damp sock. “Please don’t be pee,” I say to myself, as I look down to discover a…

  • Love,  Marriage,  Relationships

    Stay At Home Date Night Ideas

    Below are just some of the dates we have in our Date Night Jar. These dates can be as fun as you make them; it’s all about putting in a little effort, some creativity, and just having fun together. Please share some of your favorite at-home dates in the comments! Bucket List – Create a marriage bucket list of all the things you’d like to do together. Create it into something you can display in your master bedroom or bathroom or even closet. Type it up in pretty fonts and frame it or make a vision board with poster board and magazines. Make it fun! (We haven’t gotten to this…

  • Family,  Love,  Marriage,  Relationships

    Intentional Cultivation: Dating Again

    Intentional cultivation—the act of growing, raising, educating, or bettering something on purpose. One skill I was most definitely not gifted with was that of a green thumb…everything I plant dies. Even a cactus has perished under my care. I really have no defense here…apparently, plants require watering, weeding, pruning, proper amounts of sunlight, etc. Thus far, my approach of “plant it and watch it grow” has remained ineffective. You reap what you sow. Galatians 6:7 Just like plants, we can’t expect to have relationships grow when we don’t tend to them properly. My marriage has been in a tough season; I consider it “winter”…harsh, cold, elements not favorable to growing.…

  • Faith,  Hope,  Prayer,  Stress

    Accio, Joy!

    I can’t carry purses anymore. I’ve tried. I like the idea of a purse. I feel trendy and more feminine when I carry one, but it just isn’t working out for me. Recently, I even thought I’d give it another shot—my kids are getting a little older and require a bit less stuff; surely, I could enjoy the simple pleasure of toting a purse I like. From the top of my closet, I dug out a beautiful Coach purse my husband had gifted me after a business trip he’d been on. It is several years old but still looks brand new (which is telling to how much use it got…

  • Relationships,  Stress

    I’m So Hungover

    Okay, okay—for all of you who opened this up with shock and awe, and the word “sinner” came to mind, take a deep breath and relax. I’m not talking about that kind of hangover. Now that I’ve disappointed and lost about a third of you, let’s continue…. This is the kind of hangover only a minority of people understand or experience. I’m talking about the relentless headache, inability to concentrate, progressive irritability, severe exhaustion, muscle-tensing, stomach-churning, anxiety-ridden, self-silencing, extreme desire to be completely and utterly alone that an introvert experiences after they have “extroverted” too hard. This is the “introverted hangover.” And it is agonizing. We’ve probably lost another third…

  • Holy Spirit,  Hope,  Loss,  Pain

    Reflections of Her

    Over the course of the last year, my three-year-old son has befriended an imaginary person. You may think that doesn’t seem too unusual; I mean, many preschool-aged children go through periods of having an imaginary friend. This, however, is no run-of-the-mill imaginary person. This is the woman my son calls “Grandma.“ “Grandma” sounds like an extraordinary woman, to hear my son talk of her—which is constantly. Initially, my husband and I chalked this up as a temporary phase, and, as most phases go, we didn’t expect this one would last too long. First, we made sure that he wasn’t referencing one of his actual grandmothers, which he assured us he…

  • Blog,  Faith,  Fear

    It Is Time

    “So, are you going to start your blog?” my husband hollered from the bedroom. “What?” I responded half-heartedly, trying to act as if I hadn’t heard him clearly over the kids playing in the living room and the dishwasher running. “Are you going to get started on your blog?” He repeated, clearly, as he walked into the kitchen. I sighed. “It’s not the right time. We have way too much going on right now. I will—some day when things aren’t so crazy.” Even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. Yes, we had a lot going on. In fact, we’d never been busier. One child now in…