My sweet sister in Christ, if we can’t be vulnerable with our Creator, then we never have the chance for redemption. And His story of redemption is better than any best selling book. Postpartum depression was not my fault, and that was a lie God helped me wrestle through. But my reaction to it, my heart’s stance was something I had to own. Allowing my life to be run by the overwhelming emotion of being upset with God for making me this way, was a sin I had to confess.
Grace took over and His lavishing love saved me. In the final weeks of my pregnancy, God placed these verses on my heart, unaware that they would become my heart song during this journey.
Shredded cheese was flying all over my kitchen. My girls were throwing it around like confetti, and the dogs were receiving it like manna from heaven. Squeals of pure delight were echoing loudly off the walls. They had managed to turn pizza making night into a full blown party. As I took the scene in, I realized the only one not enjoying this unplanned festivity was me, mommy the party pooper.
Eyes fixated to the skies, fingers lifted pointing in unison, voices raised echoing with genuine delight. My daughters’ had discovered the moon was visible in the daylight sky. Reflected in their eyes was a simple, yet profound sense of wonder. The moon, something we often overlook. Something we take for granted that disappears and reappears daily. It’s commonplace to us, but to our children, it is new, awe-filled, and something they want to know more about.
And I can’t forget these two dads! Jarrod and I wouldn’t be anywhere near the parents we should be without you both! Between my dads thirst for joy and my father in law’s abundance of pure love, we have the greatest teachers. Happy Father’s Day!
You’re the daddy to our girls I had always wanted, but but didn’t dare to dream that big. Thank you for breakfast every day, books every night and all the I love you’s in between!
Happy birthday to the woman who loves bigger than anyone I know! I love you mom!
Our outdoor loving girl couldn’t stop smiling and saying bear all weekend long! #bestvacationever #jellystoneguadaluperiver
We had an absolute blast this weekend at Jellystone on the Guadalupe River!
☀️ I woke up to this girl climbing in my bed, wrapping her arms around me and saying, “I just love you mom.”
🌙 Before going to bed she kisses me and says, “dream good wishes mom.”
Today was a good day 😍😭❤️
Today I left the doors of Stonegate MDO on the last day with tears in my eyes, much like the first day when I dropped the girls off. Then it was overwhelm over wanting the best for them. Now, it’s a different type of overwhelm. Overwhelming:
-love for the girls’s teachers
-pride in all they’ve learned
-joy for the heart they’ve discovered for others and Jesus
-ache knowing how much we will miss all their teachers, friends, and extra mommy alone time 🤷🏻♀️
This year brought tremendous growth in each of us and none of it would be possible without the incredible staff at MDO! Every success I’ve had this year I can directly attribute to them. I knew each time my sweet girls were dropped off they were loved beyond measure and really how much more can I ask for? But they exceeded that. They nurture, teach, cultivate. 💕
Thank you feels inadequate, but that’s what I’m left with. We can’t wait for next year. Until then, any suggestions for a successful summer??
My mom mantra is simple, but everything to me. ✨
Grace upon grace.
Today was rough. Everyone was early to rise this morning setting the tone for the day. Construction at our house meant a change in routines and a friction in our comforts. With tensions high fights were on the horizon.
But tonight as the sun sets, there is peace in our home. Not because the day was smooth or the emotions were tightly hinged. Grace layered upon more grace is our foundation. It is the only reason I could model forgiveness and tenderness at the dinner table when my daughter clearly knew mommy was angry. When mom guilt threatens to crumble me, it is my rescue. It’s not excuse to keep making the same mistakes, it’s the gift that allows me to try again.
So mommas, what is your mom-tra?
Momma, you don’t have to feel disappointed with unrealistic expectations.
I want to share with you a free 7-day devotional where we will reshape our hearts around 7 main expectations we place on ourselves as moms, including: