Motherhood

People often say to me "You must be so busy!" The truth is, I'm not busy. My life is very full, but it's intentionally not busy. In fact, my days, weeks, and months have a lot of margin — (and yours can, too.)

As we look around, it seems that living in a state of near-chaos has become the norm in our culture today. People map out their days down to the minutes. They shuffle their kids (and themselves) from place to place, filling the calendar boxes with a whole array of extracurriculars like they’re hoping for a “bingo”. A friend of mine often jokes that when she spends time with friends, the conversation quickly devolves into people giving her their “resume” — a detailed list of “all the things” they’re accomplishing. Busyness has become a societal badge of honor, and we’re all guilty
Motherhood is one of God’s highest callings and greatest gifts. Those of us who have the vocation of mother have the joy, privilege and responsibility of raising little soldiers for the Kingdom: teaching and training our children in the faith, loving them with the love God has for us, and walking alongside our husbands and God Himself as we help raise our children into men and women of God.

This joy and gift is not without its struggles, as any mother well knows. Some days the task of motherhood seems challenging. Other days it feels downright impossible. And there are dozens
Almost exactly a year ago my first child was removed from my body. There were no joyful nurses, no cries of new life, just a handful of somber medical staff performing a D&C to remove the 9-week-old baby who had passed away in my womb.

We named our child Eden as a reminder that God would one day restore his creation to perfection and unite us in resurrection.

As I grieved our precious baby, I wrote about this experience to help myself process the loss. I delved into what the scriptures say about unborn life and found comfort in God's mercy.
Dear tired mama: You are not alone. I get you. I see you.

I am in the stage of life that is characterized by chaos, cleaning up messes, and refereeing sibling squabbles. My kids are seven and a half, six, four and two. I haven’t slept through the night in years except for the rare night away I get with my husband (make that happen, if at all possible, at least twice a year! Your marriage is worth it!).

My kids have had colds lately so that’s made for some rough and heavily interrupted nights. And my two year old is still nursing so she doesn’t sleep through the night yet. It is HARD.