Each year in January, my girlfriends and I go away for two days and reconnect. We discuss our prior year and set goals for the New Year. We each ask God for a word to guide us through the upcoming year. I am always blown away by my word and how spot on it is for my journey that follows. So as we enter the fourth quarter of the year, I wanted to break down how my word has guided me so far. But first, a history of my past words:

My word for 2015 was “believe.”

My word for 2016 was “free.”

My word for 2017 was “light.”

I was really surprised my word was “light” when I first received it back in January. But over the year, its meaning has slowly unfolded. I feel like it’s helped me to remain in the light when things feel hard and I want to slip into the darkness. I am reminded to stay conscious and present and to be mindful of where my thoughts are running off to.

And the duality of my word is beautiful. I’ve mostly seen my word as being a light bearer and a light seeker, But I’ve also seen “light” as lightening the load I bear on a daily basis. On letting go of the thoughts and feelings that don’t serve me. This is hard for me. Harder than anyone knows. My thoughts have the tendency to go negative in the blink of an eye. And living “lighter” means hands wide open, turned towards the sky. Empty handed, ready to receive what God has for me.

It makes sense looking back how I first had to “believe” with all my heart that change was possible. What a year that was. I was truly fighting an uphill battle. I have many childhood triggers I’m constantly working through as they come up. Processing my feelings is part of the work I do to be conscious with my family.

The word “free” was a relief in many ways for me. After such a hard year, I felt I was a butterfly finishing its transformation and flying off into the world. Of course, I still feel stuck oftentimes. And that is where “light” comes in. To remind me that this journey of life is anything but easy. But it can be whatever I want it to be. I can come into the light any time I choose. I can stay in the light. It’s that simple. When I want to fade away to blackness or just shut out the noise, I am reminded my job is to be light – to my kids and to my family and friends.

It’s no coincidence 2017 was the year of the total solar eclipse. My friend posted a picture of the moon blocking the sun with this caption and it so moved me: “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”

The darkness does not have a hold on me. I believe it and I am grateful to see the light. I am so excited to find out my word for 2018.

Love Yourself

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I notice moms everywhere…passing by me at Target and at gymnastics – 2 kids in tow, 1 on the way. The stressed look on her face. Trying to juggle it all. Feeling all alone. Life wasn’t supposed to be like this, was it? Isn’t this what she looked forward to her whole life? Getting married and having babies? Why did no one tell her how hard it would be? Why did no one tell her to stay young just a little while longer. Little did she know how many sleepless nights were ahead of her. How many fevers she would tend to. How many days the laundry would pile up around her while she felt anything but joy. Continue reading “Love Yourself”

Slow down, Summertime


When I think of summer, I think of long, slow days. Somehow someway though, this summer has been busier than years prior – by what seems to be a landslide. But not in a bad way. I was honestly dreading this season because of the lack of routine. But then, on the other hand, I was really craving carefree, unscheduled days and even a bit of adventure. I think we have managed to fall somewhere in between structure and total freedom. We have just enough going on to bring some consistency to our days and weeks, but we are also flexible and staying up much later than usual. Which brings me to my next point on busyness. Continue reading “Slow down, Summertime”

Paradise Found


For as long as I can remember, my mind has been captive to negative thoughts.

I wasn’t necessarily aware of it, but I was definitely not a “glass half full” person if you were to ask me. I knew that I longed for joy – but I really believed my circumstances just weren’t allowing for it. Whether it was cranky kids, sheer exhaustion, or a season of sickness, I always felt the odds were stacked against me in my search for happiness.

I so badly wanted to find this ‘paradise’ in my life – that time and place where everything would finally go my way. I was so caught up in the “if/then” game: “If only the kids were a little bit older, then things would be easier.” Or: “If I could just get a solid night of sleep, then I wouldn’t be so irritable all the time.”

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The Quest for Clutter-Free


Lately, things have seemed so busy on the home front. I feel like I’ve been rushing from place to place to place. Doctor appointments, kid activities, school open houses, regular errands. Nothing really out of the ordinary, but it’s seemed nonstop for weeks now and shows no sign of letting up. And no matter how hard I try, I just cannot seem to stop piles from accumulating all over my house. Does anyone else feel the same way? If I try to put away the items, it never fails that my husband or kids ask me later that day, “Have you seen my (insert missing item here)?” And then, “Why did you put that away? I wasn’t done using it.” Continue reading “The Quest for Clutter-Free”

Taking Back Monday


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I remember it like it was yesterday. My daughter was roughly 2 months old and my husband had come home from work to have lunch with us. As we sat there talking, I kept thinking of something interesting I could add to the conversation…but, I literally had nothing. My morning had consisted of changing diapers, nursing countless times, and I was still in the same clothes I had slept in the night before. So I listened to my husband tell me about his busy morning while I wondered what was happening deep down inside of me.

This was such a pivotal moment in my new journey of motherhood. For the first time in my life, I was experiencing an identity crisis. I didn’t know who I was anymore. It felt so confusing…I had wanted to be a mother all of my life. So why wasn’t it fulfilling like I had envisioned?







Why I’m Starting to Ignore My Kids


I’ve decided I’m much too attentive to my kids. It’s amazing the different responses they get when they ask their mom vs. their dad for something. My husband pauses (a really long time), and usually finishes up whatever it is he’s doing (or watching) and they usually end up asking him about 3 times for whatever it is they needed. When they ask me, on the other hand, I tend to grant their request right away. I’m usually in the middle of something, so it seems easiest to get their snack/water and go back to what I’m doing. In this process, I think I’ve created demanding little monsters in some ways! They seem to have no patience for anything! Continue reading “Why I’m Starting to Ignore My Kids”

The Hard Days


You know those days where you are so utterly exhausted as a parent because everything seemed to work against you from the moment you woke up? I had one of those not too long ago (chances are good it was a Monday). I don’t even remember the details of the day except it’s likely the morning began in the 4 or 5’oclock hour, which happens oftentimes with my youngest. I’m sure the rest of the day involved an argumentative 5-year-old, siblings fighting over every little thing, errands that needed run, and maybe a sickness or two. I honestly can’t even recall. But I do know it was one of those nights where my husband had an event that would go past bedtime. So I was on my own with the kids and the day seemed to last an eternity. Continue reading “The Hard Days”

Longing to Belong


I’ve always been a person who has routinely “belonged” to something – be it a church, small group, or simply a band of like-minded moms. Belonging to these communities has always been a staple in my life. That feeling of being known, loved, and welcomed with open arms is something I have found to be invaluable. I even encourage other women to “find your tribe” and love them well. I know we aren’t meant to do this life alone, and we all need this type of support. Continue reading “Longing to Belong”

What holds us together


My daughter has been asking for probably a year now to see the place where Daddy and Mommy got married. It’s only a short drive away, so I’m not sure what took me so long to grant her request. But on a random Wednesday, I decided today was the day and we were going to make an adventure out of it. Continue reading “What holds us together”