Category Archives: Motherhood

I Love You More

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Thoughts while I’m smack dab in the middle of figuring out my relationship with the internet…. enjoy. 🙂

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In the middle of a crazy and mundane day, you’re there.
When my small world seems meager, you’re there.
Shimmering off the screen, you beckon me to take a sip.
Just a sip.
A sip of ten minutes to scroll the page and see what’s new.
But I know you.
And I know me.
It’s never just a sip.

A sip becomes a gulp becomes a drowning.
Drowning my attention, my creativity, my adoration.
Even when I’m not with you, you steal my heart away.
But I can’t let you steal anymore.

I have two little girls, four little eyes, locked on me.
Waiting for me, aching for me.
Let me drown in them.

When it’s all said and done, I won’t wish I had spent more time online.
I’ll wish I had spent more time on them.
My treasures.

And He is waiting, too.
Longing to fill the longing.
Longing to make my small world glorious.

So I say “I love you more” and I shut off the screen.
Glory

Because Time Is So Very Precious

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Precious
Because time is so very precious, I say no when I used to say yes.

Because time is so very precious, my window sills are the dustiest.

Because time is so very precious, we sit and watch the sun set.

Because time is so very precious, we eat the store-bought bread and don’t fret.

Because time is so very precious, I hold her when she asks. Even though her gangly legs dangle down.

Because time is so precious, I trace the outline of her eyelashes brown.

And pause.
And smile.
And breathe.
And beg.
Beg for time to slow.
Because time is so very precious, and I don’t want to let go.

A Mother’s Love

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Mother's Love

A spouse’s love is the Most Sacred of loves, going so far as to be the picture of Christ’s love for us. But a mother’s love is the Most Natural of loves, flowing freely. Aboundingly. Intrinsically. To mother is to love. You can’t separate the two. How do I know this? Because I know my mother’s love…and because I am now a mother.

I know things get broken in our world- including hearts, homes, and relationships.
Not everyone knows a mother’s love. 
I know that mothers get tired and cross and lost and yell.
Not every mother feels like they are good at loving. 

But the truth is that God can heal broken mothers.
And God can heal through broken mothers.
In a line where hurt mothers hurt mothers, running through the generations, God can change the course and set mothers free. Free to be His kind of mothers.
How do I know this? Because I’ve seen God do it in my mother… and because I’ve seen Him do it in me.

And that’s why I can fully say, “Mom, you are like home to me.” When we’re laughing, chatting, cooking, shopping, Call-the-Midwife-marathoning, commiserating, living– I feel at home when I’m with you.

For nine months you were my residence, but you will always be like home.
I thank God for this great gift.
I love you. 🙂

My Mom and Me

The Laundry

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The Laundry
The hamper is never empty
Because our lives are always full.

Full.

The grass streaks = playing at the park
The milk spit-up= sweet baby snuggles
The grease stains= how hard he works for us
The chocolate drips= yummy ice-cream dribbling down her chin
The spaghetti sauce= squeals of delight while squishing noodles

I plan and strategize and map out ways.
Ways to empty that hamper.

But they never fully work.
The clothes pile up like breeding bunnies-
Beyond belief before my eyes.

I sigh.
I groan.
And kick that hamper.

But then…I remember.

The hamper is never empty
Because our lives are so blessedly full.