Mothering Failures Don’t Make You a Failure at Motherhood | By RebeccaLynn Dikeman

Motherhood threw a curve ball that knocked me flat on my face. I sat in the dark room, sobbing and begging God for help. My first-born lay beside me, eager for his midnight feeding. As looked into his blue-grey eyes, I grieved as feelings of resentment swept over me. Guilt, shame, exhaustion, and a consuming darkness quickly followed. What kind of mother feels resentment toward her child? A terrible one! At least, that’s what the enemy whispered to my weary soul. The devil cast a chain around my heart: You’re a horrible mother. Breastfeeding was not the beautiful bonding experience I…

Finding Brave Beauty in A Season Full of Change + A Giveaway

Exactly two days before the eagerly anticipated first day of school, my husband and I decided to homeschool our oldest daughter. She’s struggled with dyslexia the past five years and we just didn’t have a peace about sending her back to traditional school. Everything was fine and dandy until the weekend before school when her anxiety went off the charts (and mine quickly followed). I was discussing my fears and frustrations with my best friend when she posed the simple question: Have you ever considered homeschooling her? Um….no. Not me…never. And with all the stuff on my plate right now….eek!…

How To Escape the Overcommitment Trap | By Karin Peters

“That is not your circus and those are not your monkeys!” My mom’s favorite quote echoes in my mind when I feel suffocated by too many projects or the lack of checks on my to-do list. This is usually when I fall face first into the overcommittment trap. Often, I feel so overwhelmed by my plans that I become frazzled, unorganized and moody to the point I’m hard to be around. It’s not pretty. However, God has a better plan for our time. When we take on tasks never meant to be “under our circus tent”, we feel more spiritually,…

When You Feel All Alone in Your Grief | By Sabrina Chapiel

I’m sitting on the dry grass in front of the coop. The green flecks of spring are beginning to grow though the dead fall grass still lingering. Green life, reaching for the nourishment of spring sun. Kristopher always loved watching the chickens for some reason. Here, now, I’m reminded of him. This summer it will be nine years. Nine years without that crooked grin. Without my tormentor chasing me through the house, beating me at Nintendo, and watching Looney Toons together. Nine years without my big brother. It’s the little things that remind me of him. The chickens. Peppered macaroni.…

Summer Reading List for Christian Moms + Free Printable

I’ve been waiting ten years for this. That’s 3,650 days. 87,600 hours. More than 5,000,000 minutes. Waiting. Dreaming. Counting down…. But it’s finally arrived. A deliciously memorable motherhood milestone….. After years and years of “you must be within arm’s length” and “high-alert, don’t-look-away, poolside parenting,” I am finally going to be THAT MOM! THAT MOM I used to silently curse as I was forced into the chilly waters of pool-mom duty. You know, the one who is basking in the sunlight, not a care in the world, lost in a faraway land while her children…well, who cares, what her children are doing…she…

3 Questions to Help Christian Moms Thrive This Summer

“Mommy, this was the best day ever,” my 8-year old daughter announced in between bites of frozen custard. It was our very first day of summer break, and we were making the most of it. After an impromptu playdate at the park with two of my best friends and their flock of 5, we headed off to Culvers to spend the free lunch coupons my children earned at their End of School Awards Ceremony. As I sat there, watching my children giggle and eat their frozen desert, I recognized that creating a memorable summer break for my children was going…

Trading Silver Moments for God’s Sacred Gold | By Gleniece Lytle

There are many things we do, as moms, to keep our homes running smoothly and our families fed, clean, and content. That is part of what gives us joy and purpose. But what mom doesn’t crave those quiet, uninterrupted moments? Those chocolate-melting-in-your-mouth-with-your-eyes-closed moments.  Those precious moments between “Mom, I can’t find my hairbrush!”, “Mom, I’m hungry”, “Mom, can you fix this?”, and “Honey, can you look up tomorrow’s weather for me and find that receipt?” On a still Saturday afternoon, my legs curled up under me on the couch and a long neglected book in my hand, I stumbled upon one…

One Daughter’s Yellowbrick Journey Back Home

Do you remember what Glinda the Good said to Dorothy at the end of Wizard of Oz? Dorothy was begging Glinda to help her get back home and Glinda’s reply was, “You don’t need to be helped any longer. You’ve always had the power to get back to Kansas.” At this point, Scarecrow chimes in and asks the Good Witch why she didn’t tell Dorothy this sooner. A high-pitched laugh escapes Glinda’s lips before she replies that Dorothy wouldn’t have believed her because this was a lesson she had to learn for herself. Truthfully, there are some lessons that can…

What is the P-R-I-C-E? 5 Questions To Help You Make Wise Financial Decisions

I’m not quite sure when I fell in love with my husband. It took forever, yet happened in the blink of an eye. Or something like that. We had been good friends for about a year before I allowed myself to consider the possibility of there being something more between us. But once we started to date, it all happened so very quickly. In fact, just a few short weeks after we started dating, he told me that he had been in love with me for quite some time. It played out like one of those awkward sitcom moments where someone declares…

Beauty for Ashes: How God Redeemed My Mother-Daughter Story

I press the button to end our call and brace myself for the tsunami of emotions that rush over me after a tense conversation with my mom. Disappointment. Sadness. Regret. Hopelessness. I had prepared the words beforehand; rehearsed them over and over in my mind. But I must have said something wrong. Her parting words were still ringing in my ears, “I wish you remembered the first ten years of your life. You and I were so close when you were little; we did everything together. I just don’t understand why you choose to only remember the bad.” This is how it always…