Dear Diary, my mental bandwidth is a little low this week, and I thought a free-write was in order to clear my head. So, here goes… Continue reading Dear Diary,
This one is a little heavy today, friends, but I watched a video recently that I couldn’t not share. I know abuse exists, and I often pray for people who did not grow up as blessed and safe and loved as I did. But, if I’m being 100% honest, that is the extent of what I know about abuse. When I watched this sweet young woman speak, I made a few personal resolutions about things that I can do beyond prayer, and I wanted to share those with you, too: Continue reading Getting Educated About Human Trafficking and Abuse
For the first 5 years of my marriage, I prayed nearly every night that God would let my husband and I die together — preferably of old age, holding hands like the cute couple in The Notebook. I almost feel like I have it too good, like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. I fear loss, and I fear being left behind. But I want to live in faith, not fear. So, I have two questions to pose to you, dear reader: Continue reading Monday Mention + Resilience and Loss Question and Discussion
To be completely honest, I’m truly Americanized at heart. Growing up presented the challenge of being consistently obligated to dance, sing, and learn the language of my heritage. My dad and I didn’t always get along, and, like any self-respecting teenager, I did my best to do the exact opposite of whatever he wanted — a rebellion which I would later regret. Continue reading About Relationships, Polynesia, and Owning Who You Are
Sometimes, you put your kids to sleep; other times, they put you to sleep. Shucks, sometimes nobody sleeps. But one thing is for sure: parenting is a full-time job. Today, I’d like to share with you three tips that I use when the day winds down and the tired/hangry hits our house in full gear. Continue reading Wednesday Walk Along: 5 Crunch-time Parenting Hacks for Your Sanity
When stress makes its way into my bones, I thank God for the laughter in my life. Often, that laughter (and stress, admittedly) comes in the form of my children. So, if you are walking a rough road today, this one is for you. You can thank my three year old.
When Tuesday morning rolls around, I strap the kids in the stroller, and make a loop around the neighborhood, while I listen to a favorite podcast of mine: Family Looking Up.