Yesterday in adoration, my toddler told my two-month-old (who was having a fit), “Don’t be sad, get a tattoo.” He then proceeded to pull his own pants down, grab himself, and insist, “I have an itch!” If only we were all so transparent before the Lord.

You are not what you do. For so long I’ve been afraid to be an official “stay-at-home” mom because I believed the lie that if I chose that path, everyone and everything would depend on me - my husband, my kids, cooking and cleaning, and it felt overwhelming and unattainable. There was certainly no joy in that desire, and it felt like a default option. I realized I was starting to view work outside the home as a means of escape from the overwhelm I felt at home. I feel like wh

Been there, done that - and not in a good way. When I think back on how I handled romantic relationships in high school, I am deeply ashamed. Like Adam and Eve in Genesis 3, I am tempted to hide these parts of my past - from God, from others, and even myself. I want to lock them up and throw away the key. But that’s not how grace - or memory - work. As my 2-year-old and the song “Going on a Bear Hunt” would put it, “Gotta go through it.” I went on a retreat last month, and th

Away in a manger No crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus Has nothing to dread His mama is Mary Who loves Him so dear When Mary is with...