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Why Sometimes It Should Be All About You.

For me, sometimes self-care is like the ambulance at the bottom of the cliff. I save it for when it is absolutely necessary. Sadly by that stage, I’m usually a bit of a burnt out mess. And it takes a lot more than a glass of wine and some chocolate to fix me. I have to undo all of the damage I have done, which takes time. I think Mums can be particularly guilty of this. There is that whole...

When Some Weeks Are Hard and Heavy.

I look out of the window and see that winter has arrived. Frost blankets our garden and urges me to pull my coat closer. I check that all four kids have jackets and hats. They don’t seem to feel the cold like I do. I do the motherly thing and try to keep them warm. Later in the day, when the rushing from here to there has stopped, I am sitting with my child on the couch,  listening as the...

Can I Be Honest About Where All This Is Headed?

Last week I was at the beach, praying and walking, finding some rest after a heavy week of mothering and life, listening to the waves crash onto the sand, holding a cup of coffee from my local, and listening hard for what God might be wanting to say to me. I was reminded of a conversation I had with my husband a few years back, and it made me laugh. We were talking about it this week. It’s a little embarrassing in hindsight, but...

More Like Her.

I saw her on Sunday. Her smile warmed my morning, as she gave me a hug. Her beauty surpasses all that I had previously known beauty to be. When the years have passed I want my words to comfort like hers, that joy to radiate, that sparkle to be seen between the lines in my skin and the silver in my hair. I see Jesus in her. He shines out of her in such an obvious way that it is mesmerizing. Have you ever met someone...

The Hardest And Bravest Thing You Will Do.

Last week when I was about to publish my post, my husband said to me ‘You know that if you do this, there is no going back?’ He was right. When you begin to tell the real truth of your story, you cannot stop telling the truth. You unravel. And that’s slightly painful. But you become free.   Some mornings I end up walking out of the house, stomach in knots, feeling like something is so not right. It takes...