I’m Learning To Be Both Mary and Martha
Here we are again—another familiar season in the church calendar, another return to the words that have shaped so many…
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Here we are again—another familiar season in the church calendar, another return to the words that have shaped so many…
Continue ReadingThis is something I don’t say out loud very often, mostly because it’s easy to misunderstand. I love being a…
Continue ReadingIt was a Sunday evening. I was alone, scrolling through Netflix, searching for something, anything, to fill the quiet. Then…
Continue ReadingHe had been counting the days for months. Every morning, he would wake up and ask if today was the…
Continue ReadingBefore I had kids of my own, I thought I knew exactly what kind of mom I’d be. As a…
Continue ReadingI used to think there would come a day when I would not need my mother so much. Not because…
Continue ReadingI’m the one who gets to watch everyone else’s babies. Diapers and bottles have been out of my home for…
Continue ReadingWhen you picture raising kids, you imagine the expected moments—birthday parties, scraped knees, school concerts, teenage moods, and one day…
Continue ReadingThe deeper I grow into motherhood, the more I see that it was never about the moments I once thought…
Continue ReadingThe first time I heard a comment about the number of boys I had, I was heavily pregnant with my…
Continue ReadingFor a long time, I assumed a mom always knew exactly what to say to her children in every possible…
Continue ReadingA few weeks ago, I made a mistake no mother of a teenage driver wants to make: I watched from…
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