15 Ways to Keep Your Kids Entertained Over Christmas Break
Christmas Break is fun but it can be a long stretch of time to be out of a schedule and things to do. We have lots of good ideas though…
Christmas Break is fun but it can be a long stretch of time to be out of a schedule and things to do. We have lots of good ideas though…
Every time a mama watches her child walk away, she feels a piece of her heart walk away too; and wherever a mama's babies go, a piece of her heart…
If ever there was a picture to encapsulate the emotions of our children this past year...this is it. I took this photo a few days before our girls returned to…
Ask just about any mama, and she’ll tell you—even if she falls asleep sitting up on the couch within three minutes of watching her favorite Netflix show—she just needs a…
Our girls need us now more than ever before. Satan has found ways to reach our girls in ways we could never imagine. And our girls? Their precious innocence and…
Sometimes, being a mama means not wanting to do one more thing. It means passing up a sink full of dishes, over and over, and over again--because, you just simply…
“I don’t deserve this, Mommy and Daddy,” she whispered. Just loud enough to compensate for the sizzle of the boiling pasta water and steadiness of the microwave fan. “I’m going…
Dear Daughter, I pray the world never gets so loud that you can no longer find God's voice. My prayer is never that you win every race; but rather, you…
Have you ever stopped to think about just how often God meets mothers where they are? For, mothers, their to-do lists never end. Their minds never stop whirling. Their hearts…
You can still love Jesus and work through your anxiety.You can still love Jesus and take an antidepressant.You can still love Jesus and seek counseling.You can still love Jesus and…
Trigger warning: this post mentions the loss of a child. "Just leave it all, sweetie. Leave the mess. I love having the mess around me, because it means you all…
They were everywhere. Hundreds of Cheerios. Thankfully, the milk hadn't made its way near the bowls yet. Her seven-year-old eyes said it all, as I rushed around the kitchen. Wiping. Vacuuming. Gathering. There was so much…