We Fit In: A Love Note to Moms

Dearest Friend,I'm sitting here in the depths of real, raw motherhood today. My precious Bliss recovering from a virus by my side. Recovering. I should mention... the virus itself is gone. But the side effects - the virus recovery - has more to do with her mental health (and mine) than her physical well being. … Continue reading We Fit In: A Love Note to Moms

Mothering in the Burnout Generation

Have you ever wondered what it might be like to feel absolutely smitten with motherhood?

Me too.

The busyness here has led my heart astray again and again.

Which is what brought me to writing about what happens when the RUSH is over. Do we give ourselves room for release, dear one? We can. I promise, we can.

Parenting Special Kids Through the Holidays

This side of Heaven... I keep typing these words over and over again. This side of Heaven, we won't understand X, Y, or Z... This side of Heaven I absolutely will not understand my daughter's journey. But, I've decided to skip the stress of it. (Sigh.) You can read the rest of my thoughts on the … Continue reading Parenting Special Kids Through the Holidays

Beauty & Boundaries with Special Kids

"While your light absolutely impacts hers, your child is (wait for it) NOT YOU. She is her own little or big person. She is responsible for her own light. Can you support her brilliance? Absolutely. Is it entirely up to you? Nope." We've had some beautiful homeschool moments these last few weeks, precious friends. We … Continue reading Beauty & Boundaries with Special Kids

Raise Your Voice, Mother or Other

It’s Sunday night - we are on an airplane ride home – and the most beautiful little girl on the planet is sprawled across my lap. Her feet brush our neighbor’s leg... ​ ​Fortunately, as my Father would have it, Lisa is a friend from church and she knows our Bliss. And by knows, I … Continue reading Raise Your Voice, Mother or Other

When Regression Strikes

“When you do something for someone else, don’t call attention to yourself. You’ve seen them in action, I’m sure—‘playactors’ I call them—treating prayer meeting and street corner alike as a stage, acting compassionate as long as someone is watching, playing to the crowds. They get applause, true, but that’s all they get. When you help … Continue reading When Regression Strikes