I’m a soccer mom. I have the over-sized apartment on wheels to prove it. It has a special feature in which it dumps a little trash out every time you open the door. I blush every time it happens. Usually, its a water bottle, a toy, a ball or some unidentifiable object. The best time was when Kate’s boot (on a very cold day I might add) fell out and went straight down a street drain. Yeah, we didn’t get that back.

Necessity is the Mother of Invention

Soccer winter session is about to start and I’m already feeling verklempt. It is really embarrassing that 2nd grade soccer can get to me like it does. So I bring my confessional to you as proof that I’m crazy. Continue reading →

Life is full of when I don’t want to moments. House cleaning is high on that list for me. In fact, I’m avoiding it right now. With three kids under 7 in my house, it takes approximately…um…yeah…that long for my house to get unrecognizable.

2012 was one of those years that just getting out of bed felt like more than I could handle. I share because I believe many of you have been there. I had been so physically, emotionally and mentally beat down I wasn’t sure my body could keep going. I felt physically ill every morning waking from my bed but I couldn’t stop. Some seasons of life are definitely harder than others. Continue reading →

Zachary hides behind balloon when he didn’t want to be the center of attention on his birthday.

Rejection does not wear well on me. It begins with the assumption that they don’t like me until they prove otherwise. It is regret of something said or done that would be worthy of criticism. It makes me think I can fix every mess I ever made before anyone notices. It says to me “you’re not a pretty girl”, “you can’t write”, “it isn’t worth the risk”.  I own it and wear it.

I used to shake whenever expressing my true feelings for fear my exposed heart would be hurt. But here I am, putting it out there for the world to see knowing that I’m a complete mess who regularly says stupid things. Somewhere in it, I allow God to be enough and someone else’s heart is touched. Continue reading →

That moment when you wish you had kept your mouth shut. It can come in many forms but for me, my regret consisted of analysis paralysis accompanied by verbal diarrhea. I was stuck in this place where my mind was trying to make sense of it but it was going nowhere. Yet my mouth was running. The only thing I accomplished was making it worse.

My intentions of course were to encourage, bless, lighten the load my husband was carrying that day. He was experiencing real heartbreak. Previously, he had been soaring high certain he was headed for new heights and like a dart to a hot air balloon comes criticism and betrayal. Continue reading →

Ran a 10K in May 2011. Excuses, excuses as to why I can’t now. Ugh!

I recently returned to my gym. The guy checking me in said you haven’t been here since February 2012. Pointing out the obvious, he tried to create shame but I said, “I know! Where is the welcoming committee and ticker-tape parade?”

I know those righteous, faithful-attending gym goers don’t get people like me. But that didn’t stop my happiness to be back. The first run felt great until… I woke up the next morning.

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