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Mile Marker Blessing + “Mom Time That Isn’t Really Mom Time”
Lord, it’s me. The mom who woke up tired which happens more and more in my home. How about your home? The woman who poured coffee before she poured grace. The one who’s trying to raise humans and not kill anyone. Who loves a man, walk the dogs, runs a house, runs a business, and not lose her mind before breakfast. Which happens more time than not. Bless this house — the loud parts, the messy parts, the holy parts, and the parts I pretend I don’t see. Bless the kids who wake up hungry. Bless the dogs who wake up wild. Bless the husband who wakes up working. Bless…
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The Night I Finally Let Go
It’s 8:00 PM — time most people are finally settling down, and tonight was The Night I Finally Let Go. Yes, I let go. Have you ever done that? When the house finally quieted, I stepped onto the balcony with my blanket and my Sweet Tea although I was thinking a glass of Wine or a shot of Tequila might be nice as well. The sky was soft. The air was kind. And I felt myself exhale in a way I hadn’t all day. The missing hour didn’t break me. It reminded me. Reminded me that I don’t have to be perfect. Reminded me that God fills the gaps I…
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The Hour I Finally Found Myself Again
Can you believe there was an hour I finally found myself. Have you ever had a hour where you found yourself? Not the polished version. Not the “together” version. Not the mom who has every paper signed and every key in the right place. Because trust me even when Charlie was in school that wasn’t me and I knew it back when Suzzane was little. Just… me. The me who tries. The me who loves deeply. The me who gets overwhelmed and keeps going anyway. The me God sees even when I feel invisible. And maybe that’s the whole point of today: You don’t lose yourself in the missing hour.…
Living a simple lifestyle from the front porch
