Hi, friend! I am so glad you have stopped by my little corner of the internet. I hope you’ll take some time to look around and join our wonderful community of moms here as we learn to be better moms together!
Maybe we make it hard on ourselves, moms. We love to try and say the most important things at the most difficult times.
Here'a s familiar scene for many of us:
I was down on my knees in the flooded bathroom. I felt like I was drowning in discontentment. I wanted my son to be different. I felt angry that he was making things so difficult for me.
In that same bathroom, the day before, I couldn't take the toothpaste eating and spitting in my face anymore. I yelled and screamed. I showed my son how ugly the anger was that boiled in my heart. I felt the war against flesh and spirit. I let anger win as it shot out of my mouth. I failed my son and left him in tears.
I want you to stop for a second. Stop what you're doing, and think. What is THE HARD THING in your life right now?
You know the thing. The problem. The issue. The thing you're trying to fix, or solve, or ignore, or "get through," or endure. Got it? Got the thing?
Now. If you're like me, there is a teensy-weensy, creeping, sneaky two-word lie you may find yourself believing.
I sit across from my friend, aching for the hurt she’s experiencing, wondering with her just how the story will end.
There’s been miscommunication, pain and even temporary separation in this marriage so right before God, but gone altogether wrong.
And I know she fears the worst...
He's four and he just learned how to spell and write his name recently. He is so proud (and so am I!). It's nothing to consider ordinary, even though most children in America learn how to spell and write their own name.
But there is a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction when they see their name in writing and recognize it as themselves. To me, names are so important and we didn't chose any of our children's names lightly.
