Best of, Marriage

A Love Letter to My Husband

Early in the morning, rolling in bed, fluffing the covers, your soapy husband scent tickles my nose and wakes me. I inhale the familiarity and think to myself, “home.” Comfort. My home is where my heart is and you hold my heart. You’ve held my heart since I was a teenage girl.

 

Sure we’ve had our movie romance moments with flower-filled gestures, candle-lit nights and poetic star...

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Struggling Faith, Writer Confessions

Just Because You’re Good at Something Doesn’t Mean You Should Do It

Sometimes I think the busier I am the happier I am. Until I start running on empty. I run on empty because I can't keep up with all the busy.

But then I tell myself that the busy is good. I'm pretty good at convincing myself that all the busy is meaningful because I'm helping someone else out or being a blessing when someone needs it. Or it makes me just plain happy. Those seem to be pretty...

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Best of, Grief

That Time I Started Crying in Chik-Fil-A

What a busy day. First the bank. Then Wal-Mart, followed by the grocery store. Before I knew it, we were ready for lunch. We ended up at my favorite spot, Chik Fil A. My husband always wonders what's so great about Chik Fil A. Why do people love to go there? Why do I love to go there?

I love their spicy chicken sandwich.

Bustling and chatting greeted us at the door as we went to stand...

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Marriage

Why I Quit Rolling my Eyes at My Husband’s Sports Obsession

The NFL theme song echoes up from our basement, signaling the start of the game. My husband has his traditional caffeinated beverage (usually Mt. Dew, but sometimes it’s this tea he makes that is his grandmother’s recipe) and he sits in his chair, eyes wide, anticipating the kick off.

I am upstairs, rolling my eyes because I know what’s coming next. Passionate hollering at the TV,...

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Motherhood, Struggling Faith

To the Weary Mama

“Give me your heart, give me your song, sing it will all your might
Come to the Fountain and you can be satisfied.
There is a peace. There is a love you can get lost inside.
Come to the Fountain and let me hear you testify.”
                       ~NEEDTOBREATH “TESTIFY”

 

Motherhood is a gift that easily gets tainted. I know I am my own worst enemy most times. So much anxiety and...

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Writer Confessions

My Two Words for the Year 2016

Back in January I wrote a post about my two words for the year 2016. As I look back and see what my goals were I sort of chuckle to myself. I had a new baby, a new blog, and a bunch of new endeavors I wanted to tackle.

For the most part I think I stayed realistic with myself and self-aware of how I operate when it comes to these resolution things. And honestly, I feel like I stuck with a...

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Guest Posts, Holidays

What Memories of My Mother Have Taught Me

Last week we had Sarah's guest post about her thoughtful and sweet memories of her mother this time of year and baking cookies. This post especially hit close to home for me with my recent lost and I felt like Sarah's article could not have been more timely. And then Julie's guest post came along and it seems many of us moms have similar things on our mind this time of year of the loved ones...

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Writer Confessions

Can I Just Take a Minute and Talk about Some Awesome Mom Bloggers?

First, I personally am not a fan of the term "mom bloggers." Mainly because when I tell people I write for my blog and they say something like "Oh, a mom blogger" with air quotes, I tend to roll my eyes at their ignorance and their shrug of shoulders. I think some folks have an opinion that a "mom blogger" is someone who dallies around on the Internet and "tries" to be some kind of...

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Struggling Faith

When I Can’t See His Truth

Coffee is gurgling from the corner of my kitchen. I need this cup this morning. Time has slipped through my grasp and I need to stop and breathe today. An overwhelming sigh escapes me. Coffee, Bible and journal in hand, I sit at my kitchen table that has seen many of my tears and fears on numerous ragged, dark early mornings.

As I open my journal, I am guilted by the gap in the dates marked...

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Guest Posts, Holidays

Sprinkles and Burnt Antlers: The Joy of Cooking with Kids

I went back to her website to find that article. I remember it well because she had talked about her child seeing beauty in something that she, as the mother, saw as a mess. I remember this one well because it struck me to the heart. As a type A personality, I worry that I might rob the beauty my children will see in the daily mundane because I'm too worried about cleaning things up.

I've...

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