I was living in survival mode and I needed to somehow recover but sheer will power wasn't enough. I needed to rest in Jesus. Be ok with not being ok. Take one day at a time and focus on the beauty in the little things. This was a year of resting in God's love, appreciating the relationships around me, and learning to love the crazy life God has given me.
Do you want to know what's harder than cleaning up after five kids? Teaching five kids to clean up after themselves. Believe me, it would be so much easier just to send them all outside and do it myself but instead, I press through and (with gritted teeth and suppressed irritation) I instruct them AGAIN... Continue Reading →
There is no right or wrong way to grieve. Loss is hard. So hard. And loss comes in many levels, degrees, and circumstances and is experienced by many different types of people but it's all loss. It's a permanent separation of a person from your life, a final curtain close with no encore. It's the... Continue Reading →
Even before I was married I wanted to homeschool my future kids but now that I'm 5 years in with a 2nd, 4th and 5th grader this year and with 2 little ones under foot while I teach, I wonder what in the world I was thinking! It’s super hard! ...but it's the hard stuff that produces great results when you press on.
Friends, I need grace. And I might not be the only one. Life is hard, our bodies are imperfect and our emotions are a beast to be tamed. Sometimes we just need to be real with each other and say what’s up.
Candice has a wonderfully smooth and captivating writing style that keeps you reading till the end. Full of candid stories of heartbreak, hope and healthy doses of comedy, this is a great read!
When the panic of no internet finally passes, you realize that spending face to face time (not facing forward at the tv time) with your loved ones with ZERO distraction is exactly what you needed.
What if I gave myself the same measure of grace I give them? What if I said, "Ok mama, why did you do that?" and I took the time to realize that I stayed up too late the night before and was cranky the next morning?
What I noticed, however, in the moments I was willing to slow down, stop multi-tasking and dig a little deeper, was that there was insecurity in the eyes of the tattler. If you take the time, you'll hear another tale beyond the "he said/she said" stuff. The tale of insecurity, fear of rejection and a longing for reassurance.