Hi everyone! Remember how I said I wouldn’t blog about my kids anymore because they were old enough now to object and I didn’t want to embarrass them? Well, I think we can all agree I’ve held up to that pretty darn well. In fact, I haven’t blogged about anything personal in a looonggg time. …
I am taking a break from my blogging hiatus because I’ve got a lot on my mind about over commitment and taking on too much. Since dropping off the blogging grid, I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting on serious issues such as purpose, parenting, how to live as a good example of my faith, …
My goal with this story is to tell the story of grace (God’s grace, that is) in a way a kid could understand.
My mission as a writer is to encourage and inspire others, but as a mom to three small children, a wife, and an entrepreneur for three business, sometimes things get overwhelming. I don’t know about you, but for me it’s like everything is going amazingly well, and I’m firing on all cylinders, and then BAM! the wheels start falling off. I’m usually an upbeat, laugh-in-the-face-of-pretty-much-everything kind of gal, which sometimes makes it difficult for me to admit when I’m not doing so well, or ask for help. Because I deal with pain by laughing at it, it’s hard for people to know when I’m actually not doing okay.
So, this is a little awkward, but I need to tell you something you might not want to hear. Kind of like that friend in high school who really, really, wants to impress the guy with the leather jacket who smokes so she starts smoking and wearing skintight leather pants to fit in, and you can’t help but feel scared for her because even though it seems like she has won, and will be popular and loved from now on, you know deep down she’s living a lie and will probably end up a pregnant high school drop out with lung cancer. So church, when I see you turning into Sandy from Grease, I can’t help but want to say something, because I didn’t speak up to Sandy and have always regretted that.
I am flummoxed (I just love that word, btw) about how to teach my kids to be decent human beings in a world where we have made idols out of our feelings. Not to offend anyone, but I’m starting to get a little offended about how offended people are getting about being offended, or offending, or something.
All #moms feel #guilty sometimes. Are we spending enough #time with our #kids? Too much? Who knows…#doingourbest
Apparently Spring is here (although you couldn’t really tell from where I sit in rainy, rainy, Seattle) and spring means…Easter! For most of my life, this was a holiday marked by one of two obligatory annual mass attendances and a ton of candy, most of it bunny-shaped. We knew it was kind of a religious …