Tag Archives: Mothering Well

I know whom I have believed and I am convinced that He is able to guard unitl that day that which I have entrusted to Him    2nd Timothy 1:12 My children love sticker charts.  ...

They looked at me like I had French fries sticking out of my ears. All I'd asked my group of fourth graders to do was to set up their binders. But you'd think I'd asked them to do the impossible becau...

Here’s the sneaky thing about shame: many of us believe it’s only experienced in big “T,” trauma. But often, shame is experienced in the little “t’s” as well....

My son, Brandon was six years old when he had his first seizure. I called 9-1-1 and held him as he seized for 25 minutes. When the seizure was over, he was airlifted to the hospital where the neurolog...

College doors will soon fling wide and the last of our three children will confidently walk right through them. She is excited and I must admit that I'm excited for her. But there is some backend work...

I knew something was wrong the night he was born. His cry was weak. He had a strange birthmark on the back of his head that ran down his spine like a symmetrical inkblot. Later, he turned blu...

A few years ago, God wouldn’t leave me alone about writing a book. I tried to ignore Him, but He stayed on my heels like my boys do when they want me to pick up donuts on Saturday morning. &...

I was born on Easter Sunday and baptized on Mother's Day 13 years later. A Disney-obsessed, romantic perfectionist, I thought that when the water of that baptismal washed me clean, a magical ...

I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death. Philippians 3:10 If yesterday was Good Friday, then...

I often wonder what it was like for Mary as she stood at the cross watching her son die.  As a momma to three sons, I can hardly think about it without welling up with tears. Momma’s aren&r...