Far too often we roll our eyes at the cliches and platitudes spoken on the topic of planning and scheduling. However, Katie and I have found that when we fail to plan, we plan to fail . . . and if we don't prioritize our life, someone else will . . .and if we are aiming at nothing,...
My current pride and joy sits high in a dark closet. It's biter-sweet situation because when I only get to use it when someone gets hurt. Sometimes after the kiddos go to bed, I just stare at the organization in all its glory.
But today, I get to pull out my beautiful, giant,...
It's 5 am, but I'm up bright and early to give you ALL the links for these Go Bags . . . Bug Out Bags . . . Survival Bags. I LOVE a good system, and this one is a compilation of 30 YouTube videos and thinking of our family's particular location and hazards.
So, Why Would you...
When I shared my food storage pantry on instagram, you all had a lot of questions about it, so I figured I would share exactly what I did here.
If you have any more questions, feel free to ask down below in the comments! I lived a mile away from Azure Standard in high school (in an adorable...
Whenever I wonder, “is it worth it?”
Whenever I think, “being a mother is hard.” Whenever I worry, “can I give each child enough love?”
I think of my sisters.
My best friends. My peer pressure. My workout partners.
I think of years of sleepovers. The shoulders to...
But how do we raise our children now? On a planet broken, angry, divided.
The same way we have always done in a world opposed to God.
The same way Samuel’s mother gave her long-desired baby to God, though it broke her heart to let him go.
The same way Moses’s mother hid him in the...
Ten younger siblings were always in my space.
We rubbed shoulders all day in our one room schoolhouse called “home.”
Played sports together. Sang together. Ate every meal together. Shared bedrooms together.
This created conflict.
But where there is conflict, there is room for resolution.
We are the kids, crazy in love.
We are the parents, tired, no breaks.
We are the lovers, passionate, romantic.
We are the partners, going through motions.
We are the dreamers, anything is possible.
We are the realists, life is a challenge.
We are the best friends, laughs, inside-jokes.
We are the...
I am the pinch-lipped mom.
I want to smile at my children but I don’t have it in me. I’m exhausted. Tired. Worn down.
I am the pinch-lipped mom.
Maybe it’s the meltdown in the grocery isle.
The constant back talk. The 6am wake ups demanding snacks and attention.
I am the pinch-lipped...
When did it become noble to say, “I’m doing it for me?”
When did it become wrong to do something for someone else?
To do something for no other reason, than that it brings someone you love joy.
“I’m doing it for myself. I’m doing it because it makes me feel...
Some of us can feel guilty our babies came tumbling earth-side one after another faster than you can say 1,2,3.
Almost like we took those precious moments of solitude away from our first-borns—children who will never remember life without another.
But then I remember Kyla.
She came into my...
I’m the only one that sees him get four children dressed for church each Sunday so I can have extra time to get ready. Clean dirty diapers without mentioning it. Buckle them all in their car seats so I don’t have to.
I’m the only one who knows he thanks me for dinner when...