Tag: #momblogger
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And Yet
Whew, friend … this year has been doing the MOST. But you know what? God’s goodness keeps showing up right in the middle of the hard stuff. In my latest post, I’m sharing why those little words “and yet” matter so much. (Spoiler alert: Because they remind us there’s still beauty and blessings worth holding…
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Blankie
Many moons ago, a work colleague nicknamed me “Blankie.” As she put it, my easygoing and gentle nature with others felt like a warm, cozy blanket wrapped around those I encountered. Over the years, I’ve come to recognize that I inherited that trait from my mother. Mom’s sweet spirit immediately put everyone at ease. Strangers…
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Not Too Late
Can I be honest? At this stage in life, I sometimes feel like the clock is ticking louder than ever. And family health challenges this year have added to the quiet pressure of time. I often reflect: How much time do I truly have left to manifest the dreams God planted in me years…
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Twice the Kleenex
I knew it would happen. I just didn’t know how incredibly bittersweet it would be. “It” = riding another wave of change as our two oldest kiddos launch new chapters of their lives. When our daughter and older son were tiny tots with chubby cheeks in car seats, Joel and I would sometimes reflect, “They’re…
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Last Monday
Content Warning: This post addresses suicide prevention and encourages help-seeking. If you or someone near you needs support, please contact the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline at 988 or text HELLO or HOLA to 741741 to reach the Crisis Text Line. Our family’s to-do list stays filled to the brim with errands. And, as a general rule,…
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A Whole Lot More
Every Sunday, for eight weeks and counting, a lot more happens in our home. We smile a lot more. Grateful tears fall a lot more. We breathe deep sighs of relief a lot more. You see, the enemy came for my sweet husband on Sunday morning just after Valentine’s Day. His attack was clearly meant…
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Benediction
All January long, my hubby and I reflected in agreement: “This month has felt way longer than 31 days.” Indeed, this new year has arrived with a lot of chaos, distraction, and mass grief. Each day seems to bring something that feels like a whole lot of lot. Finding the balance of being informed about…
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Look Again
Two years ago today, my sweet daddy gained his angel wings. He’s been front of mind and heart lately, especially with memories of that day. And, just as much, I’ve been thinking of him as the 47th POTUS unleashes more bullying and hate with Project 2025, exactly as promised. Dad called it eight years ago,…
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Less Is More
Last year did a number on me, y’all. More hate between Red and Blue. Deep hurt as a 92 percent Black woman who voted for the common good (because we’re completely – not selectively – honest about the country we love, too). Knowing that so many folks voted for rich people who are clearly self-serving,…
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Not an Option
A homemade ice cream shop is just a stone’s throw from our little one’s elementary school. And when he has a great week at school, we sometimes celebrate by stopping by for a yummy, sweet treat. Homemade ice cream is heavenly, with its creamy texture and bursts of flavor that melt in your mouth. And,…
