About a month ago, my family helped me convert the playroom into a writing office.
My first-ever writing office. My first-ever claim to a physical territory representing the creative one I had long been staking out.
For so many years, I was afraid to make this claim, to bravely plant a flag in the physical sphere and say, “This is my space.”
Self-doubt, fear of failure, fear of selfish ambition held me back from making this claim.
(Read: Is My Dream Selfish Ambition?)
I felt I didn’t deserve to have a writing office. Continue reading “What I want my daughters to remember about me pursuing my dream”
This prayer was originally published on my previous blog Find the Lovely, when my youngest jaunted off to kindergarten LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL.
I re-blog it here as a reminder that motherhood is rife with needs for Psalms.
If your heart is in need of a little pick-me-up-God, pray this with me.
I look at my child, and I see innocence. I see vulnerability. I see the child with tiny, sweet voice asking for mommy. Continue reading “A mother’s prayer to let go”
“Breathe fire” burst into our vernacular recently with one mom’s viral Facebook post. She raged about the fate of Josh Duggar’s “submissive” wife after news broke about his infidelity. The phrase quickly set off a hashtag firestorm on social media and became a rallying cry of sorts for women to know their worth and know they offer something uniquely powerful to this world that no one should squelch – and that something is not a womb.
I like the phrase. I like the imagery and clout behind it. It describes so aptly how I want my daughters to view themselves.
By God’s grace, it was how I was raised. I was raised to believe I could and should go as far as I wanted in my academic career, which was all the way through college, which I primarily paid for. I graduated magna cum laude, landed a book contract at age 25, and at 30 had an office, a staff and a title.
Fire, ya’ll. Continue reading “I am a submissive wife and I breathe fire”
Dear Mom Guilt-
You can no longer have me.
You and your tentacles of shame, doubt, fear, negativity, judgment and loathing have been wrapped around me for the last time.
I am stepping out of your grasp.
I have been ridiculous to have stayed this long.
What do you add to my life? Nothing.
What do you subtract from my life? Everything good. Continue reading “Dear Mom Guilt”
Lord, look upon this man with favor. With eyes filled with as much love as mine are — more so!
This world presses in hard on our men. It tries to convince them to be more of all the wrong things. It tells them they are less of all the right things.
I pray he does not believe this world. Not one minute of any hour.
Lord, call to him above the din. Speak over the mess. Right to his heart. Into his mind. Straight through his being. So that he will not mistake your voice for that of any other.
Command his way. Counsel his choices. Continue reading “A prayer for my husband”