It’s Here!
Today “When Mothering is Hard and No One Sees” officially releases into the world. I can’t wait to get it into your hands!
Welcome, friend! I’m so glad you’re here!
Today “When Mothering is Hard and No One Sees” officially releases into the world. I can’t wait to get it into your hands!
I want to bottle every moment between now and then. Grab hold of time and will it to slow down. I need to catch my breath. I need to figure out how to carry something that feels like both sadness and joy in equal measure. I don’t know how to hold that. But maybe that’s just it … maybe I can’t hold it. Maybe this has always been about surrender.
Every year, millions of American families send their children off to their freshman year of college. Their pictures dot our social media feeds. Images of excited students holding collegiate pennants, maybe wearing a hat or holding up their school’s hand sign with beaming smiles. Their parents post excited words about futures and hopes and dreams. So why am I struggling so much? Why does this feel more like a loss than a gain? Why are my tears always on edge, threatening to spill over each time I think about August and what it will bring?
Basketball season just started for my oldest, which means this week is the first of the last. As a senior, it’s his last try-out, his last time to anticipate the season ahead, his last opportunity to feel the excitement of a calendar filled with court-side games and competition. If I’m completely honest, I must admit I’ve both looked forward to and dreaded the start of this season. Because as much as I love cheering him on from those side-line bleachers, that final buzzer is going to crush me.
In the past few years, something has started to shift among the younger generations. In my 46 years, I’ve never seen anything like it. Gen Z is hungry and thirsty for the living word of God. They’re desperate for His presence. They want to know Him, closely, intimately, honestly. And they’re not ashamed to proclaim Him in their classrooms, on their campuses or in the public square.
This generation doesn’t care for pretenses, and they’re not interested in a production. They’re tired of being enslaved to anxiety, depression and addiction, and they want to see chains drop off and prisoners set free. They want truth. Raw. Authentically. Honestly.
Light shone down from a cyan sky as we parked the car in the college admissions lot. It was a beautiful day. Seventy degrees. Sunny. February in Texas is like that. It can be the best of times, and it can be the worst of times. Thankfully, it was the former.
Ochre rays warmed our skin as we walked toward the building. He was all smiles. Confident yet humble. He gave a firm handshake. He spoke with a mixture of assurance and nerves. And I wondered, when did my little one who used to delight in dump trucks and mud puddles grow into this? When did the child who was obsessed with a certain tank engine mature into the young man who now sat beside me speaking of his hopes for the future? When did my little boy become a young man with only a year and a few months left at home?
Step into the enchanting region of Tuscany and Florence through the eyes of our family’s adventure! Join us as we navigate the cobblestone paths, savoring every moment of art, culture, and cuisine. From the iconic Florence Cathedral to the breathtaking views of the Arno River, immerse yourself in the rich history, exquisite architecture, and vibrant atmosphere that make Florence, Italy a timeless destination.
The salty sea air saturated our senses as we stepped out of the airport, a stark contrast to the stale air circulating through the plane from which we’d just disembarked. It was late in the evening, and darkness had descended as we stepped aboard our water taxi and sped towards Venice. Part 2 of our Italy Family Travel Guide is LIVE! Hop over to the blog and indulge in a little Venetian wanderlust!
Our family of 7 recently embarked on a 12-day trip to Italy. Here’s part 1 of our trip review, including our itinerary and what we packed for our time in Venice, Rome, Florence and Bellagio.
As I stood there alone, one thought crossed my mind: “This is what it will be like when they’re grown. Who will I be then? I don’t know who I am without them.” This is the question I’ve been pondering the last few days. And the Lord’s gentle answer has been so gracious.
We recently slipped away to Carlton Landing, the sweetest resort town on the shores of Lake Eufala. If you’re looking for a quick getaway, here are my recommendations to make your stay as delightful as possible.
I’ve just rounded up my favorite Amazon gift ideas for little kids, big kids, tweens and teens! Each of these…