God is pulling out of my heart the deep root of striving. It seems common to manufacture our worth with many, many, many tasks so we can feel purposeful. Let's be honest, what kind of people would we be if we got nothing done? We'd be worthless, right? That’s not what God says. We put … Continue reading Striving, Anxiety, and Light
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Mom Life: Cloth Diapering
Cloth diapering has been a very positive experience and has saved us money. People choose to cloth diaper for all kinds of reasons, but a big one for me was that I was cloth-diapered as a baby. It is a normal thing in my brain. As you can imagine, 30 years later we have all … Continue reading Mom Life: Cloth Diapering
My Breastfeeding Must-Haves
Breastfeeding can be a sensitive topic, so let me preface it with this: if you clicked this link and you don't breastfeed, for whatever reason, and your baby is fed and loved: super. Hi, mama. Cheers to motherhood! If you're hoping to breastfeed or currently breastfeeding, this blog could be helpful to you, and that's … Continue reading My Breastfeeding Must-Haves
My Birth Story, Part I: Pregnancy and War
You wouldn't think the two would go together, pregnancy and war, but oh, they do. From the minute I started even thinking my body might be hosting a new life in the near future, I started preparing. I started taking prenatal vitamins 4 months (yes, pretty much right when we got engaged) before the wedding, … Continue reading My Birth Story, Part I: Pregnancy and War
Comparison vs Compassion
The best friends I've ever had are the ones who are selfless enough to celebrate with me when I am rejoicing and who are compassionate enough to mourn with me when I am mourning. There's scripture that tells us to be this way, and I can appreciate so well the inclination of the hearts of … Continue reading Comparison vs Compassion
On Baby Fever
My mind is a bit blown right now. I sometimes think that the things I desire are selfish, or that they reflect a lack, or a discontent heart. In my latest bout of baby fever, watching all the Asian babies in the airport, I felt that pang for children. Oh, the womb. Ready for this? … Continue reading On Baby Fever
