If I’m going to err, it will be on the side of faith.

Are you scared to expect God to do something big amidst your circumstances? Something that feels foolish in light of your situation? Are you afraid to get your hopes up? Perhaps you’re tempering your faith-filled expectations because of your fear of disappointment. We need not hedge our expectations of God when those expectations are premised…

I’m the reason my baby won’t sleep through the night.

Ex-squeeze-me, but where has this year gone? We’re knee-deep in the second quarter, and I’m still trying to come up with my New Year’s resolution. Let me see if I can make out my notes here. Sl— Sle— Sleep. Ah yes, that’s right: it was to sleep more. Sleep more. Well, there I go repeating…

Mom talks to young son about body, fails miserably.

With all the testosterone floating around our house, rearing boys with healthy relational and physical boundaries is at the forefront of my mind. The thought of trotting out the birds and the bees in writing is enough to make a gal squeamish. Never mind trying to explain it to your sons. (We’ll save that for another day, and mostly for their dad.) But…

To my mom friends: hold tight while motherhood consumes us.

One of my dear mom friends texted me a few days ago: Sorry I haven’t been a good friend lately. It’s been a tough season. I know it’s been tough for you too. . . I wish I could say her apologetic tone was unfamiliar. It’s a song my friends and I often sing as we…

Today’s the day.

Have I ever told you how much I love Valentine’s Day? Well. [Sheepish grin.] [Looks down at floor.] [Clears throat.] Forgive me. If there’s ever a day to unabashedly declare my love for people, today’s the day. Now, life at a law firm has taught me that not everyone is a “hugger.” And that’s okay….

My pet Iguanas.

Greetings, long lost friend. I’m squinting at my computer screen through a plume of Lysol as I peck at this post, trying to account for January. My little petri dishes have cycled bug after bug over the past month, but last week truly merits a tribute. Our Andy had been fighting the vomit comet days…

My Christmas Miracle: An extra pair of hands at the grocery store.

Christmas can be a hard season for many. Maybe you’re awaiting a Christmas miracle. Maybe you’re asking God for something incredible. Maybe you’re overwhelmed and exhausted and beyond your threshold. Maybe you’re feeling alone in all of this. This was me as I navigated my grocery list. I was operating at 150 MPH, short-fused, emotional,…

My one shining moment.

By now you know this blog is a form of therapy for me. Yes, you repeatedly lend me your ears. I gladly fill them each time. You wear your therapist hat. I pull you into my weather pattern and expect you to shelter me there. So here I am again, perched on your sofa. But…

The new normal.

Here we find ourselves three months into life with two children, having nose-dived to this point if I were being candid. How do people with multiple wardens do it? One moment, I’m hovering around my two, radiating warm fuzzies, hoping they’ll take online college courses and live with me forever. Next, I’m nursing a frantic…