All in Motherhood

Mother's Day Voices

I am finally old enough (and maybe wise enough, occasionally…when all the planets align and there’s a blue moon) to decide what voice I listen to between the walls of my own head. I am going to listen to the one who speaks truth.

Do We Know Him At All?

I testify that God is not some primordial force of nature that created us only to abandon us. He is intricately involved in the details of our lives… much like my calendar is color coded by child so that I can know where each of my children are at a given time of day, He knows. He knows because He cares. And He cares because He is our Father.

Reframe

Satan tries to persuade me that the messy choices my loved ones make are BAD, but he is JUST PLAIN WRONG. Loving my children as they exercise their agency is not bad, it is Christlike. Continuing to share my testimony in ways the spirit prompts me to is empowering. Giving them a soft place to fall is what my Jesus does for me.

Shepherds

They were firm and steadfast through the night. Despite the boredom. Despite the lack of tangible results. Despite the fact that they were most likely very lonely, underappreciated, and unseen. Despite it all, they were loving and protecting and continuing with their little flock. And they got to know Jesus.