I remember thinking that I was never going to start “living my life” when my boys were really little. I was drowning in diapers, night wakings, tears, and the constant reminder that I was not enough. Heck, I’m still drowning in diapers, tears, constant grabs for my attention, and night wakings but my perspective has changed in 6 years. Maybe you have felt this way too. Maybe you feel that you are drowning in your efforts to keep little ones alive. You question why you are doing this. You wonder when “will your life begin” (Thanks Tangled) and you just…

Motherhood is so… Fragile.One moment you’re a fantastic mom; patient, compassionate, empathetic, fun…The next you’re holding back tears and anger, frustration and hurt.One moment your heart is bursting with joy and the next it’s breaking in silent sadness….You experience the highest of highs and lowest of lows in a matter of minutes and it’s not always for yourself…Sometimes the joy and pain is your own, other times it’s your husband’s or your children’s that you willingly carry so they aren’t alone. Motherhood is… Messy. Not just diapers and dirt either. It’s trying to raise little ones into good adults while…

With Mother’s Day around the corner here are my thoughts: Here is to the unspoken women and mothers in history. The forgotten ones. The ones who don’t get mentioned in books, on holidays, in history lessons. The silent ones who lived in time periods and cultures that were amazing and ones that weren’t. To the women and mothers who loved children, their own or others, despite the hardships of life. The women who suffered in silence through loss, grief, trials, and everyday struggles that no one but God will ever know. Though they are forgotten, barely noticed, their influence always…

Deep into the night I really questioned what I was doing, why I was doing it, and where the heck was God!? My baby was screaming not wanting to be comforted and I was mere minutes away from a breakdown myself. Where was He? Why were my prayers to comfort my child not being answered? Did He care at all that I was struggling not to hurt my child because I was in the depths of Post Partum Depression and Rage… That period broke me, in a lot of ways. But most significantly it broke my heart to find healing…

Sometimes we laugh at the teaching Christ gave to be as a little child. But the more I’m studying and the older my kids are getting I am seeing more and more what He meant. A child’s heart is amazing. It’s full of love, wonder, amazement, curiosity, and creativity. These are things most adults lose, honestly throughout history not just in today’s time. In fact, an adult that acts in such a way is often looked down on or thought of as weird because they “didn’t grow up”. But what if we’ve got it all wrong? It’s easy for children…