My grandma was a product of the Great Depression. Learning to survive during those years of economic downturn truly affected how she lived the rest of her life. I can now understand why she hoarded random containers, and refused to let anything go to waste. Living to survive meant working hard, being frugal, and looking out…
“Tell Me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I will learn.” -Benjamin Franklin One of the things with having small children is their need to follow us around. Maybe it’s just mine… but if I walk out of the room, they typically drop what they are doing to see…
Bike wheels whizzing fast. Pedals cranking. Breath heaving. This book is another link in my chain that is sending me in the direction I want to go… A place of contentment and thankfulness. A place where I can get out of bed and see the beauty of each new day instead of begrudgingly facing fussy…
I love how cloth diapering is such a funny topic to discuss. It’s not exactly cool or fashionable. And when you mention it in a group of people, you never know what kind of reactions you are going to get. For me, it’s usually a raised eyebrow, wide eyes, and a curious, possibly disgusted look,…
Who or what is anxiety’s worst enemy? I picture anxiety as a large, burdensome purse. One that I have neglected to clean out. It’s brimming to the top with just about everything, but the kitchen sink. Until one day I come home and my shoulder and back hurt, and I realize I need to do…
“Focus on the progress you’re making. Thank God for it and pave your journey with grace.” I read these words this morning from Lysa Terkeurst’s Unglued.(#ad) They stood off the page to me, completely out of context with her subject but applicable to my current frame of mind. I’m unglued alright, I’m a mom. Need…
I packed up the last of the snowmen yesterday. Not that it’s done snowing, but maybe if I put them away, Jack Frost will take a hint and make his way out of the area. To take the place of the snowmen decorations, I pulled out a handful of Valentine ones. All three of them….
Walking into Chick-fil-A, I give myself the pep talk … Grilled chicken salad and a bottle of water…..I arrive at the counter and the friendly looking guy in the grease-stained cap asks the dreaded question, “What can I get for you today?” I open my mouth “Grilled—ya know what? Never mind, I’ll take the number…
Good Morning! How did you sleep last night? …Me? Oh, thanks for asking…
Have you ever gotten in a funk because you’ve been cooped up in the house for too long? Possibly because of sick kids, an injury, or a week of too much snow, you find yourself moping around with ever increasing cabin fever needing a pick me up.
