Category Archives: May 2016

“the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day”


This from a book I remember having as a young child. Poor Alexander experienced what he thought was his I loved this book so much, I had to purchase it through our school’s book fair. If only life was as simple as Alexander’s worst day.

Without divulging and reliving the “terrible” day I experienced recently, suffice it to say that it was so bad that I was literally sobbing as the “terrible” continued to unfold and threatened to not let up. Eventually it was more than I could take, so my husband wound up coming home early to offer his help and support. What an amazing husband I have.

The really cool part though took place at, of all places, a pizza place where I buzzed by to pick up our supper. It was not a pretty picture as I didn’t have a stitch of make-up on, had had a horrible day and my eyes were all red from crying, which I can’t recall ever doing in front of my child because of naughty behavior on his part. This was a first for me. Anyhow, I dashed in to pick up my order and of course of all days, there was a line. In my mind, this only added to the bad day I was already having. I sat down and as I sat there a minute or two, I noticed a woman looking at me out of my peripheral vision. Understand, I didn’t feel social or in any mood to chat with anyone, much less a stranger.

The waiting continued for like twenty minutes. WHAT?! Like this has never happened to me and we frequent this place quite often. Once again, I caught this woman looking at me and so I turned to her and lo and behold, I had met her briefly months and months ago at one of our local fast food haunts (terrible eating habits, I know) for lunch. She along with her husband and two young boys sat at the adjoining table to ours. We exchanged a few niceties at the time about our toddler boys which led to quite the discussion about schooling, etc. to the point that we actually exchanged names and phone numbers. Fast forward to this moment, waiting on my pizza, when we cross paths again.

I believe it was a divine appointment. As we waited together on our orders, she spoke some real life into my weary and down-trodden spirit. I felt so much better having talked to this long lost stranger, of sorts. She encouraged me spiritually and helped me to know that I’m not alone in this “valley” I’m currently in. Suddenly, a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and I was actually smiling when our visit was over.

Never underestimate the impact of encouragement you can bring to someone. A simple smile, a hug, an understanding nod, or better yet, a thoughtful prayer may be just what someone needs who may be feeling they are suffering silently. Yes, even at an over-crowded pizza place. “God with skin on” is what I like to call it. He often works through others to encourage or even help. You may be someone God wants to use, if you’re willing. Don’t miss out on the blessing it can be, even to a stranger.








blank slate


Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

(Lamentations 3:22-23)

I love this scripture! It reminds me that with each new day, we are given a blank slate with our Lord’s unending love and faithfulness to carry us through whatever life may bring.

It’s easy to feel overwhelmed and anxious when mothering children. We need divine guidance and wisdom to get us through day by day, sometimes hour by hour! For who else can give us new insight, wisdom, discernment and abounding love, not to mention the ability to mold and change hearts? Our God, that’s who!

Seek Him in the morning to put your day on the right path. Diligently plug into the Source and watch in amazement what He can do with a willing heart, bent knee and humble spirit.

Be encouraged today, Momma! You are not alone!!!

“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life.”(Psalm 143:8)

“The Sovereign Lord has given me a well-instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being instructed.” (Isaiah 50:4)

“In the morning the word of the Lord came to me:” (Ezekiel 12:8)

“Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed.” (Mark 1:35)

Snap away!

Snap away!

Each night before tucking my son into bed, the following words are uttered from his little mouth, “Mommy, prayers?” That is my cue to take my spot alongside his bed, next to his Daddy for bedtime prayers. It is so precious and means so much to both of us because that has become an important part of his young life, as is ours. He has been taught and trained to offer his prayers throughout the day, and especially at bedtime. We are thankful to God he has fashioned his own simple heartfelt prayers night after night.

Equally as enduring to me are the words he says following his request for prayers, “Hold me, hold me”. He runs up to me with a big smile, his arms raised high requesting me to pick him up and carry him to his little bed for our nightly ritual of prayers. Upon lifting him, he generally hears me say “oh my, you are getting so heavy!” to the tune of my back creaking under the added weight. He giggles and replies, “yes, (I’m) getting so heavy!”

These are the moments that are worth gold to me! I tuck them away in the recesses of my mind for the days that are hard and draining. I treasure his (now) higher pitched baby boy voice, which will change in due time to a much lower manly tone. The smooth face I love to kiss throughout the day will grow rough whiskers to be shaved when the time comes. Eventually, it won’t be so cool to run to Mommy with arms upraised beckoning me to come say bedtime prayers; nor will he ask me to hold him.

Good thing you can’t see me on the other side of this screen; you’d find a tear-stained face staring back at you. So, when the days at times seem unending, without relief anytime soon, I try to envision these snapshots of life in my weary brain. These ever-preserved moments serve to remind me that my son is only 3 1/2. He’s acting and doing things that a young boy do. It is unfair of me to expect him to act like a child 3 times his age, or older. Ultimately, I find myself wondering if I’d really want to fast-forward that many years ahead. I quickly snap back into the present and realize that I want to love him in the season he’s in. I don’t want to miss out on these precious, fleeting moments that will be gone all too quickly.

Life can be trying at times, as Motherhood is; however, these are the moments that will serve as sweet memories as the years take us far away. What I need, what we all need, is to be present in the moment. Enjoy the days, embracing each one, because all too soon, they will be a simple memory. Boy, am I ever preaching to the choir!!! Sometimes, my more mature self has to reach down and have a stern chat with my immature, selfish self.

So, let’s not allow our joy to be stolen away! Embrace it all: good, bad and the ugly. All are the moments that make up a life well-lived. Write about it, capture photos and videos of it and tuck them away in journals and baby books. Don’t miss out because, just like a vapor, it will vanish into another phase. Relish each and every moment. Life is a precious gift without guarantee for tomorrow.







“Oh no, you didn’t!”

“Oh no, you didn’t!”

Ever heard yourself say that? Be honest.

Awwwww yeah! I overhear myself saying ‘that phrase’ quite often, all with a cringing feeling deep down inside. If you have a three-and-a-half year old, surely you must know what I’m talking about!

So with that stage being set, while at a recent outdoor park play date, I overheard a young Mom, quite possibly half my age mind you, yelling a harsh “NO!” to their youngin’. The pure angst in her voice couldn’t be ignored, not by me anyway. This Mom was hot, and I’m not talking temperature here. This stranger, yet fellow Momma and I locked eyes through our sunglasses. I couldn’t help but let out a knowing giggle at the disgust she felt with her kiddo. No, I wasn’t laughing at her, or making fun of her predicament; I could relate to her frustration of once again having to correct the same. negative. behavior. yet. again. in her young child.

After “the incident” passed, we Moms found ourselves commiserating over this particular stage in our childs’ lives, which eventually led to laughter and smiles. It was medicine to my heart to witness another Momma, regardless of her being a stranger, on this journey of motherhood feeling such frustration. Somehow, the comedy comes in to play when you can laugh at someone else’s child, rather than your own!

Community is so important. Like-minded, equally invested others who are walking the same, if not similar path. For me, it helps diffuse the anger and frustration I may be experiencing, just knowing I’m not alone. We need each other and we can learn from one another, if we will allow it.

The lesson learned: don’t take yourself too seriously, let your ‘hair’ down, keep the emotions in check and realize no one is alone on this journey. We’re all in it together in some form or another, as long as we’re being authentic. Being a “super Mom” is a myth; don’t fall prey to that lie. Allow God to use you in someone else’s life and recognize how He may be giving you a chuckle while identifying with someone else in the same boat.



a simple chair

a simple chair

So, recently while feeling a bit overwhelmed (just a touch, mind you!) with a new schedule I’ve been keeping, I decided to try a massage.

When I say “try” one, I’m not suggesting this was by any means a first for me. Honestly, I’d rather a massage than a mani/pedi or facial any day. Let’s just say I love them. There, I said it! If it were possible, I could quite possibly have an addiction.

What was a first for me was a “chair massage”. Sure, I’ve passed many a chair in the middle of our local mall and had zero desire to jump in one. Truly. Why, unless out of pure desperation, would anyone want to indulge in a massage right there in the middle. of. a. busy. mall? I don’t get it. To me, the whole point of massage is to escape into nothingness and enjoy a little peace and quiet as well as a little relaxation. Anyway, back to my story….

I wandered in this beautiful facility, quite unplanned. I was afforded a little window of time and decided to ‘seize the day’. Quite honestly, I chose “the chair” due to affordability and time constraint. For me, it was a guilty splurge. You’d have thought I was off on an island far, far away….I was so relaxed and at peace. To me, it was a little slice of heaven.

Why, do we as Mommas, feel guilty taking a little time for ourselves? It doesn’t even have to be about spending money we don’t feel we have. Maybe a nice, quite bubble bath. Or perhaps, paging through a favorite magazine. Still yet, enjoying a new book borrowed from the library. Or, stealing away to the coveted porch, enjoying the peaceful sound of a water feature while sipping a simple glass of lemonade.

Recently, as I found myself trying to encourage an over-stressed, anxiety riddled Mom, it reminded me that a little peace and quiet can do wonders for our servant souls. I heard myself telling her that we need to ‘feed’ ourselves before we can ‘feed’ anyone else. Again, not requiring significant expense or a costly getaway trip, although I wouldn’t fight off such an offer!

As Mothers’ Day is only a couple days away, I want to encourage each of us to be more mindful of caring for ourselves. It isn’t selfish. It is wise to build in time for ourselves so that we don’t find resentment sneaking in to our mind.

Consider it. After all, it is an investment in you. If you don’t care for yourself, who else will? Am I right? What a whole new meaning this thought gives to “take care”.