Babies don’t come with an instruction manual. But with all the how-to books and unsolicited advice directed at us as mothers, it’s easy to feel like we can’t measure up. When we’re up all night and surrounded by laundry all day, it’s easy to forget why we’re doing what we’re doing.
Sometimes we just need to pause and remember that children are a blessing from the Lord. And that He gives us grace for each moment, strength for every day.
Natasha Metzler 8 Minute Read I did not think of myself as someone who had it all together, but I suppose I came off as one who did. So many children had passed through my care that dozens of moms asked for input on parenting, never mind that I was a single, childless woman. After I married and infertility became…
Jeannie Pederson 2 Minute Read Earlier this year I was struggling with guilt. I mean, really struggling. Nearly every day there was some sort of failure in my life, something I wished I’d done better, some area I didn’t measure up to my own standard. I got impatient with my toddler. I didn’t keep the toys picked up. I let…
Guest Author 3 Minute Read by Charlotte Gray Hey you, Yes, you, the one who is a mother without documentation to prove it. The one who has given mother-love to those who didn’t come from your body. The one who wipes snotty noses at a daycare. The one who dries tears at the playground. The one who babysits for free…
Callie Mitchell 5 Minute Read I will never forget the first sight of her itty bitty wiggly body, or hearing the sound of her dainty feminine cry! At long last, my baby was here! The doctor scooped her up and laid her on my chest. As we snuggled on our living room couch, skin-to-skin, full of tears, joy, relief, and…
Gretchen Louise 8 Minute Read I first caught the vision when I heard someone share during a funeral at our church. The man’s grandson reflected on many memories, but said that the one impression that would never fade was what he saw each morning during visits to their home. He’d awake to find his grandparents sitting at the kitchen table reading the Bible…
Callie Mitchell 6 Minute Read The siren sounded and I wasn’t ready. For several days I had this nagging thought that I needed to prepare a bag for a quick trip down to the bomb shelter, if it came to that. Israel was engaging in Operation Pillar of Defense, and we were living through it. With the battle in…
Natasha Metzler 4 Minute Read Rain splatters on the windows. It is cold, but the air is warm. “Come look!” my daughter pulls at my arm, her brown eyes sparkling. There are new piggies in the barn. They hide from the camera and grunt happily as they munch on corn behind the water dish. We talk about names and I…
Elisabeth Allen 6 Minute Read In a spirit of honestly I must confess that I won’t be thirty for a few weeks yet, but stick with me, okay? So…the truth? A family friend just wrote it in an email, Although you feel that you are getting older, you are still in the prime of your life. I read those words…
Callie Mitchell 5 Minute Read My son made an instant friend at the park one day. His skin was a bit darker than ours, and he spoke a language that we did not know. As they played, I noticed his mother sitting on stone wall, her head covered in a scarf. I walked over to her and sat down. …
Gretchen Louise 4 Minute Read “So how is it being the mom of three kids?” My cousin asked me the question as we sat in the sunshine outside of Starbucks. She’d just spent a year as a nanny to four. And she wanted to know my secret. Because she thought I had motherhood all figured out. “Most days, I feel…
Guest Author 3 Minute Read by K.J. Tanner Friends of mine prayed for boys. They asked and begged and after twenty weeks, they lay prone on a table, abdomen gooey as tears of joy streamed down their faces. “It’s a boy!” the technician declared joyously. I cried not tears of joy, but one small tear of sadness. It’s not that…
Kristen Anne Glover 4 Minute Read I have five children. Each one of them is as different as the next, and I have spent my mothering years marveling at the way one God created such beautiful diversity in my children. It thrills my heart to watch their unique personalities develop because I know that each of my children is a special,…
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