Relentless Mothering

The pace of motherhood
is unrelenting.
Downright grueling.

At the drop of
a baby’s cry,
fling your feet
out of bed
one more time.

Do it again.
And again.

Exhaustion masks
the ecstasy
of a gummy smile.

Sure, it’s rewarding.
But when your back
is breaking
from the weight
of rocking
a fussy baby,
it’s hard to pat yourself.

Fortified by grace,
you do it all again.
Sustained by Christ,
you do it gladly.

Mothering is relentless,
but so is a mother’s love.

mom holding baby

10 Ways To Redeem Your Engagement

For Sophie xx

Newly sparkling left-hands are common on my news feed. To put it another way, ere’y body’s getting ‘murried. My husband and I are taking part in three wedding ceremonies this season, and attending at least one other. Over the last few months my heart has been so endeared towards these women that I have the pleasure of supporting as they celebrate their nuptials.

I humbly want to share some of the ways you, bride-to-be, can use this time of engagement for your good and God’s glory. Know that I don’t want to be another one of those pretentious people giving you unsolicited advice. I just want to be a married woman sharing what worked, what didn’t, and what I wish I would have done during the eight months leading up to my own wedding.

So, from my heart, here are:

10 ways to redeem your engagement [Read more...]


I am honored to be in a little creative writing group with some especially talented and vibrant women. We recently responded to this visual prompt. (If you decide to write a response to this photograph, I’d love to read it!) 

Daughter of a migrant miner

Dorothea Lange, “Daughter of Migrant Tennessee Coal Miner Living in American River Camp near Sacramento, California,” 1936

Weariness clouded her mind like an Oklahoma dust storm. She could barely breathe for the choking, much less collect her thoughts. But what good would thoughts do? You can’t actually take them to the bank when you need bread money. Fatigue pounded at her temples. It’s funny she should be so tired; she hadn’t worked in months. How could the unemployment line be more draining than a 12 hour shift at the factory?

Of course it wasn’t the lack of busyness that drained her, it was the worry. Worrying about how her family could scrape the bottom of the barrel for just one more meal. Worrying over her daddy’s health, his lungs blackened by the coal mines. Worrying if she would ever be somebody. [Read more...]

10 Things I Wish You Didn’t Know About Me

It’s just going to be a put-it-all-out-there kind of month on the blog. Following the openness of recent postw, here are:

10 Things I Wish You Didn’t Know About Me


  1. I bite my nails…and throw them on the floor. (I know, I know. It’s gross. Old habits die hard.)
  2. I say I don’t care about how I look, but I really do.
  3. I mock people for caring about how they look, but often spend a solid 30 mins obsessing about my own appearance before leaving the house.
  4. My feet are extremely, embarrassingly ticklish.
  5. I sleep with my mouth open…and drool.
  6. My self-discipline is close to zero.
  7. I stress eat,
  8. and chew really loudly. (Ask Ben.)
  9. I don’t wear makeup mostly because I don’t want to and partly because I don’t know how.
  10. When I get out of my element I talk way more than I need to, and hate myself for days.
  11. (You’re right, the list said 10. I wish you didn’t know I don’t always follow the rules.) I wish you didn’t know I’m not perfect. I wish I could hide all my quirks and the downright nasty parts of myself, but I can’t. I can’t hide them, but Christ covers them. I don’t want to admit that I need a Savior, which is exactly why I do. And that’s something I actually don’t mind you knowing about me.