When life gives you lemons - a.k.a. all the wildness - you can either make some super delicious lemonade with it... or you can not. With six years of mothering a gorgeous child with sensory processing disorder and fifteen years mothering me - a woman living with chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS/ME) - under my belt, I have personally … Continue reading Bring On The Lemonade – We Choose to Thrive
No one can prepare you for the highs and lows of motherhood, fatherhood, parenting or caregiving. But for me, this one verse, has again and again come to my heart. Seek the Lord. Seek Him at 2 a.m. when the baby won't stop crying. Seek Him at 3 p.m. when the toddler is rolling across the grocery aisle floor because you forgot to bring him or her home for their afternoon nap. Seek the Lord when you're sick and tired... and sick and tired of being sick and tired. I feel like if we just do this one thing, it's all going to be okay. Because you can see Him in small moments. And in seeing Him... perhaps you'll take pause and savor whichever season you're in.
Today I'm trying my hand at poetry. We'll see if I can convey the joy I'm experiencing. I pray I can. Blessings, sweet friends xox J. I see Jesus In the sunrise No child in my bed For perhaps The first time In a decade. I see Jesus In the bath time When I can … Continue reading Where I See Jesus
When life hits it's lowest, scariest points, that is the time we need God and His light the most. However, that is the time we most often run from Him. If you can find the strength to hold on, you will find He does His best work when we are at our worst.
Too many people were suffering in silence and I wasn’t okay with it anymore. So I became obedient and put my experience in my blog to show how Christ can make a broken, Filipino girl into a woman who strives to show others they are not alone.
In order to fully embrace your child and role as a caregiver, you have to tune out the voices around you, and remember that God entrusted you with your unique child.
Numbed-out by the tumultuous few weeks before we took flight - and absolutely emotionally exhausted by the child I aim to be loved-by (wince) - I chanted the words "Help Me" over and over as I pounded the boardwalk above the most beautiful ocean I've ever seen. One foot. Help. Second foot. Me. Over and over again. And then the words I was needing to hear punched me in the gut...