Do you sometimes wonder whether you’re really making a difference? Do you see your dreams of doing big things fading away as you deal with all the little things that the little people around you need, day in and day out? In this audio post, Saren shares an “a-ah” moment that helped her to see […]
I don’t mind building. I love to create, to see something begin to take shape. But this time I am going to do things a little differently. I am going to trust Him to design a new pattern.
Running can be so arduous and even embarrassing if you’re lugging extra pounds around with you. So why did I run during those difficult months? I needed to. I needed that time to think, to wonder why, to be in my own head and try to make sense of my world.
Can you think of something that seems totally inconsequential or unsophisticated, but it brings you physically and emotionally closer to the ones you love?
Allyson was going to write an article about the chore chart that saved her sanity. But the truth is, the her house is a mess right now. Which led her to decide she’s done with the house shaming. You’ve heard of body shaming? Well, she’s coining the phrase “House Shaming”.
For moms who are struggling to put their spouse first, a reflective piece from a mother who has been there.
Looking for a simple, fun, inspiring way to recognize all the awesome things you do? Check out this great journal!
Knee surgery forced Alllyson Reynolds to spend an extended time on bed rest. Amazingly, her family survived! And she gained three valuable insights about her family, her time, and her heart.
If you’ve ever potty trained then you know it’s not for the faint of heart. Read one mother’s honest account of survival. Warning: This article contains equal amounts of humor and nitty gritty details.
My son Kyle was diagnosed at week 11 of my pregnancy with Trisomy 18, a fatal genetic disorder. We had two young daughters, and sometimes it was hard to know what to say to them about something so big, but I’m so glad we didn’t keep the truth from them.
We make sure we’re prepared for work, school, holidays, meal time, and photo opportunities. But are we truly prepared for the critical MOMENTS? Here’s one that I’m convinced is simply not an option.
No one will ever write a feature about my eleven-hundred square foot dwelling, home to thirty thousand Legos. But what if they did? What if an editor who was determined to keep it real paid a visit to my very lived-in house? What would the article say?