Everything is sacred.

Could it be that everything is sacred?  As I struggle to find my voice amidst the loads of laundry and the things that well, make my life so very ordinary, I wonder if writing about this topic again makes me sound too much like a broken record. Once again, I’m reminding myself that God sees us, hears us, and refines us in the ordinary spaces. I don’t have the gifts...

Towels of gratitude.

Today as I was folding the laundry, I was overwhelmed with gratitude. You see, I have the same chores every single day. The same routine, the same house to clean, the same long list of things that need to be done. It never ends because as I finish one task, there is another to begin. As I was folding that towel, I thanked God for the little bodies that use...

Where I’m at. A sad mama’s tale.

The truth is, I’m not entirely sure I’m going to post this. This is going to be raw and uncut, and simply written out because I need to see the words. I need to see what I feel. All I know is that I’m sad. I’m tired. I’m lonely. I’m angry. I’m feeling emotions that I feel guilty for feeling. Could this be postpartum depression? I’m not sure. It’s hard...