And on the 8th day, God looked down on his plan for the family and said, “I need to shake things up.” So God made a toddler. God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, cry for milk, run around the house all day, cry for milk again, not eat their supper and then lay in bed… View Post
Becoming the “Push On Mama” When Daddy Is Gone
“OK guys, time for bed!” My girls scrambled up from the couch and ran down the hallway towards their rooms. After tucking each of them in and giving them kisses, I walked out into the hallway and stood in between their bedrooms, and began to say our bedtime prayers. As I stood there and nursed the baby, the girls started… View Post
#iamher
When I was first diagnosed with postpartum depression, I was so ashamed. I felt like I was the only person around me who struggled with it. I felt scared and alone, afraid to raise my hand and say that this was me. But then one day, I decided to open up and talk about this darkness. I decided to raise… View Post
Me and My Little White Pill
I take this Little White Pill. Every morning like clockwork. Not because I am weak. But because I am brave. I take this Little White Pill. Not because the person in the mirror isn’t enough. But because I want to be the best version of who God made me. I take this Little White Pill. Not because I believe that… View Post
But What Do We Tell The Kids?
My husband and I took our kids to our Small-town, USA pizza joint for lunch yesterday and immediately we could feel the tension and shock as we walked into the dining room. The restaraunt was packed, and everyone was sitting at their tables watching the television on the wall. They stared at the images coming from Las Vegas as they… View Post
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