Maybe this is right where I'm supposed to be?
Tag: motherhood
Protecting Our Kids from Trafficking
For those scared, those confident, or those who feel like they have missed their opportunity, this is my encouragement.
ADD Housecleaning
Why Emily should never, ever clean the house...
Five and Five on Mother’s Day
A "thank you" from this mother of five.
Closer than you know…
God didn't boot me from His throne room because Vienna threw up on me.
Horse Faces and Updates
So a horse walks into a bar, and the bartender looks up and says, "Hey! Why the long face?" Badump. Chhhhhhiiiiiing. Sorry. I legitimately could not think of any other way to start this post. Ha! It's mid-August! Back to school time, back to routine, back to school pick-up lanes, back to multiple colors of… Continue reading Horse Faces and Updates
An Incoherent Offering
This dance. This balancing act. This complex, complicated, confounding, catastrophically heartbreaking, consummately soul-giving art of living. The millions of moving parts all seemingly independent yet intrinsically interdependent - relationships, physical health, economic reality, spiritual awakening, goals and dreams, aspirations, battle wounds, prejudices, ideas, choices, decisions... and on and on and on. How do I know if I'm… Continue reading An Incoherent Offering
The Tomato in the Room
Hey. Friends. Can we make a little pact with one another? Can we agree not to be emotionally bullied by scary headlines? I mean, really. I pulled Facebook up on my phone this morning and had full blown anxiety symptoms within 5 minutes. I cannot be the only one who experiences this. I feel like… Continue reading The Tomato in the Room
Anyone Else Need a Soul Nap?
I've written about it before... how Satan's strategy is to separate the wounded from the herd. It's a classic predatory move. And super effective, if we let him get away with it.
Side Effects of Living
Some mornings, I wake up, and it feels like my mind has already guzzled half a gallon of coffee, been to the gym, stamped out a full day's work, and is tapping its foot impatiently waiting for my lazy body to come around. Consciousness, for me, can feel like turning the TV on in the… Continue reading Side Effects of Living
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