During our church’s Christmas service last evening, I struggled to pay attention. Tending to my feisty kiddo, and worrying over her distracting antics, all I managed to catch was, “Blah blah blah. Christmas. Blah blah blah. Jesus. Blah blah blah. Joy.” (Which is a hundred times more awful to admit when your husband is the preacher. #keepingitreal) I felt…
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At 25-years-old I’ve graduated from high school and a four-year college. Lived in a foreign country. Interviewed for jobs and accepted offers. I’ve been engaged and planned a wedding. Gotten married and went on a honeymoon. Bought my first Christmas tree. Taken a positive pregnancy test, thrown a gender-reveal party, and sent out birth announcements. Launched a…
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There is a joy in mothering that can be hard to find. At least for me, anyway. It hides behind sleepless night and tantrums. It fights for air beneath feelings of inadequacy and fear. Clingy, grabby hands threaten to steal it. It is masked by a sense of loss over figure or freedom. For some, the…
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As 2014 draws to a close, I thought it made sense to do a recap of 2014. Seriously y’all. December has been the month of catching my breath. Ben and I have live a lot of life this year (there’s a post brewing, so more on that later.) Scroll down to the end of this post…
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Her eyelashes are without comparison. They curl so beautifully just above those clear, blue ocean-eyes of hers. She bats them, unassuming. Ensnaring the unsuspecting—me. Her lips are defined by a deep Cupid’s bow, held together by dimpled cheeks. They laugh or jabber, making elementary sense of language. And, O, those yummy baby thighs. Rolls upon…
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I’ve not shared a Things That Fired Me Up post in several months. If you’re a new reader, Things That Fired Me Up is my space to get a few things off my chest: the funny, the serious, and the slightly neurotic. As a nod to my upcoming 25th birthday, here are 25 things that fire me up. Americans who…
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Recently I was able to hear Jess Connolly speak at an event, and to say I was beside myself with excitement is a bit of an understatement. I’m kinda a Jess Connolly fangirl. I hustled my car down the interstate at approximately 80 miles per hour due to pure excitement. Also due to my lead…
Read MoreMy husband knows me well. He knows I’ve been d y i n g to attend a conference. Any kind of conference. A women’s conference. A Christian conference. A blogging conference. An underwater basket weaving conference. (Okay, not so much that last one.) Since we’ve been married I’ve seen him off to about four conferences,…
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I’m not sure if you’ve ever been around a nursing baby, but I can tell you they are hardwired to pursue one thing: their mama’s milk. It’s the reason why babies meltdown when their mommies leave the room. (And, to be fair, how would you feel if your refrigerator sprouted legs and walked off?) They…
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Writing is a bit like being seen in your underwear. And not even the pretty pair that makes your rear look good. Writing is embarrassing. It’s vulnerable, oftentimes painfully so. Can I let you in on a secret? I have trouble taking my own advice: act braver than you feel. I rarely feel proud and, even when I do, it’s for…
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