For me, writing is like a gift all wrapped up in a beautiful little box and tied with a gigantic frilly bow that I’ve been waiting to unwrap my entire life.
What if we stopped to really realize...really, truly believe...that the way we look is not the best thing any of us have to offer???
There was a time in my life my husband was going to die...
I wish I could tell her to have faith and trust Jesus...with her heart and her babies and her husband's addiction and her life.
Let go of the stressing and striving. Let go of distraction and discontentment. Let go of chasing perfection. Your kids don't want perfect...they just want you.
Thank goodness in the middle of all my striving and treading and spluttering and drowning, I realized we are not meant to live this life on our own.
Maybe if I’m just more prepared. Maybe if I start a little earlier. Maybe if I plan just the right back-to-school breakfast and after school snack. Maybe it won’t be a total shitshow.