The other day when I was looking online for some home décor items, I ran across a cute sign with the phrase: “Be the kind of woman who when your feet hit the floor each morning the Devil says, Oh Crap, She’s Up!”
I didn’t buy the sign, but the phrase has stuck with me. I think it’s because it speaks to the heart of who I WANT to be. Unfortunately, it’s not always the way that I actually live my life. I can get derailed so easily. Continue reading
Dear Fellow American Christians,
Let me start out by saying, I have never written anything about politics. Quite honestly, I never thought that I would. This has been very intentional. You see, I don’t EVER want differences in political views/opinions to be a reason that someone gets turned away from the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Because, in my humble opinion, relationship with Jesus is the ONE thing that I think is worth putting my name/reputation on the line for.
Let me be the first to admit, that I haven’t always been a shining example of what a Christian should be. I am so human (i.e. flawed). But one thing I do know is that Jesus came to reconcile people like me (sinners) to God. Continue reading
It’s July in Minnesota. We are not quite half-way through our summer break, and if I’m completely honest… I have been STRUGGLING! I’ve been struggling with my patience, struggling with my temper, and struggling with this whole parenting thing.
I have three kiddos and I love them to pieces. They are truly a blessing in my life. You know that saying, “children are a gift from above?” It’s true!
But let’s be real. My kids don’t always behave in a manner that conjures up warm, fuzzy, “I’m feeling so blessed right now” emotions. Continue reading
Have you ever wondered if God really sees you or cares about your circumstances?
There’s a beautiful story found in the gospel of Mark about a woman who suffered with an unfortunate medical condition. The condition caused her to bleed continually and she lived with this burden for twelve long years. During this time, she spent all the money that she had visiting multiple doctors and undergoing numerous medical treatments. However, instead of finding relief, her condition got worse. Continue reading
To say it was a bad morning would be an enormous understatement. It was one of those ‘can I please go back to bed and hide under the comforter until tomorrow,’ kind of mornings. My daughter, who is now 14 months-old, had been up multiple times in the night for the third night in a row! In her defense, she had just gotten over a second round of a stomach illness. But honestly, if you aren’t throwing up, why are you waking me up?!
As if my daughter’s late night shenanigans weren’t enough, my middle son decided that he needed to join me in bed at 5:45am. I have tried hard to establish a “we are not getting out of bed until 7:00 am” rule at my home. So far, I am the only person who routinely adheres to said rule. Continue reading
It’s six o’ clock in the morning and my boys are awake. They “sneak” into my bedroom and try to crawl into bed with me. I sleepily protest and send them back to their room. I can hear them jumping off their beds and wrestling each other to the floor as I doze back to sleep for a few minutes, only to be forced out of bed by the hungry cries of my five month old daughter.
I try to rub the sleep out of my eyes as my daughter persistently nurses. It had been another “cat-nap” night as I drowsily attended to a son’s nightmare induced sobs, followed soon after by a late night feeding for baby. Continue reading