Your Marriage is Like a Spit In The Eye

Ever feel like you are just going through it with your spouse? Like you're out of sync or on two different planets? It's because the relationship you have with your husband is the most powerful form of love you can express in your entire life. And the enemy will never like that. Some say the love between mamma and babe is unmatchable. And it is powerful for sure. Wrapped up in a mamma's love are three forms of love from the Greek: Agape, Ludus, and Pragma. We know agape as...

Summer Numbers

34- the number of days since I posted a blog 7- days we've been on summer break 1-times I've been able to harvest from my super cute garden  5- number of my babies who are currently snuggled on my couch 1- the number of camping trips I've been on this summer break.  17- mosquito bites from said camping trip 2- how many times I've watched the new Beauty and the Beast in the last two weeks 2- the number of books I've read on this summer break 10- the number of chapters fully completed in my book 10- chapters I...

You Don’t Have to be a Mother to Celebrate Today

Happy Mother's Day. Yes, I even mean those of you who don't have a child of your own. I celebrate you today because I couldn't do this without you.  Our girls have looked to you to learn so much, and it's changed them. For the better. We aren't made to do this alone, so you choosing to be these dynamite world changers. You choosing to pour into our kids. You choosing to scootch them back onto their right path, back to God.  You choosing to honor my words instead of act like I don't know what I'm doing. You choosing...

My Friend Is Dying

It doesn't matter who. That's her business, but the fact is it is happening. Earlier I read about a different girl I knew from high school. She died from brain cancer. Another friend lost her baby through miscarriage. Another friend's god father died. If I sat here and thought a little longer, I am sure I could come up with more. It's all around us. And it's heavy. Maybe it shouldn't be because it's a part of life we know is coming from the minute a new little baby is born. But even in the instances where we know it's coming,...

Dry Ground

Because we are promised struggle if we profess Jesus Christ is Lord, we are going to face a few Red Seas. It’s important to know what to look for and what our role is in all of it. In Exodus 14 we read about the Israelites escaping Pharaoh. Anyone else think that guy could have used a heavy dose of meds? He was all over the place! He had thousands of Israelite slaves building his city, doing his grunt work. He would say things like, “Let them go. NO DON’T” and “OK, GET OUT! Leave my people and take the...

Giveaway: Wives! Lend Me Your Ears

You know what is rough sometimes? Being a wife. That's just for real. And just like with momming, there's no manual. Of course we always have the Bible. And it's great. We see a whole lot of how to live, speak, spend our time, set an example, etc in the pages of scripture. I am pretty sure Jesus meant our husbands to be included when he said, "love your neighbor." But sometimes, you need to sit with a girlfriend and a steaming hot cup oh something wonderful and just mull it all over. Process it out. Meekly ask for some...

Let Them Do Laundry

In our house, we have assigned laundry days. There are seven people in our family, so we assigned each kid a day for their laundry. Yes that means Handsome and I get the weekends. And now that the eldest Brewer has moved out, we get her day too. It's Thursday. Layla Grace's day. However, that Layla Grace is all caught up on her laundry (what a nerd. A braggarty showing off nerd.) So I turned to the kid with the most laundry in all the land- Samuel. It isn't that he has more clothes than anyone or that he is...

I Can’t Even…

I'm trying out this thing. It's called "pull yourself together." Because many of you have heard now that my book is being published. I'm beside myself giddy.  It's all I've dreamt of for just ever. I've worked really hard, but suddenly now that I'm here at this place- the place where they hand you your race number and say "you got this sister." All of a sudden I'm like a deer in the headlights.  Or worse. Like the guy on the side of the road waiting to hand water to the runners. The real runners of this race. And then...

Two Shorten A Road

So, We went to Ireland. It is as beautiful as you imagine. It's as if the Irish are quilters and they only use varying shades of green. And don't get me started on the baby sheep. So stinking cute. We rented a car, and my husband tried his hand (and risked our lives quite frankly) at driving on the opposite side of the road and the opposite side of the car. It was weird for everyone. At one point, I casually reached over and lovingly touched his arm and said, "You're driving on the wrong side of the road." To...

BOOK REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: Move Toward The Mess

I know what you're about to say. "Nonsensical girl, you just did a giveaway." Well you aren't lying. But I have to give someone this book. You HAVE to own it. Have to. Have. to. Move Toward the Mess by John Hambrick is one of these books. Ever meet a book that makes you talk out loud to it as if it's a Baptist Pastor? If you said no, you need to get yourself some new books. (I will consider that I am the weird one here, if you will give it a try. Just try it. Give an amen...

GIVEAWAY: The Easter Story Egg

I am convinced nesting eggs are the world's greatest equalizer. What is it about the way they snuggle on into each other that grabs any kid of any age? I set my Easter Story Egg out a little early, just to see how my kids would like it. The answer is there's no age group for this little bunch-oh-eggs. We have a lot of teenagers around here. Some of them belong to us, but a whole lot more do not. They come for tacos or sometimes pancakes and even a ride to youth group. And lately, they come for the egg....

How To Raise Kids Who Aren’t Jerks

If you have been here for longer than four minutes, you might already know that I don't do subtle. My parents should have named me Frank. So people would know. SIDE NOTE: This isn't the same idea as my husband saying I should get a black heart tattooed right up front on my forearm or something. He said people should know what they're getting into. I am apparently Cameron Diaz in The Holiday.   So here it is. Sometimes, kids are jerks. No kidding. They'll be these super rad mid-sized humans that I want to hang out with, and then...

Dear Daughter, We Are Not Friends

Dear Daughter, I can't be your friend. I just can't. Friends keep secrets even when they should probably tell someone. Friends borrow clothes and lend clothes and talk for long periods of time about nothing. They turn an eye, even when they know what you're doing is kind of wrong because they are doing that same kind of wrong and don't want you to point it out either. Friends agree with you when you say your parents or some other authority figure is wrong. They tell you what you want to hear. Sometimes, these friends even give you terrible advice...

What Does Your Community Look Like?

You know what was never meant to be? Parenting alone. For real. We aren't cut out for it. Not even a little. I need you. And if you don't need me, that's fine, but chances are you need someone. Or you will soon. It's in the little things and the big things and it's really in ALL the things. My sister-in-law offers to help me shop for an upcoming trip and adds easily, "Let us know if you need any help with your kiddos." That's as it should be. I do the same back. What's not meant to be is...

Are You Living In the Ruins?

Where do you live? We live in a tiny 1960s farmhouse smack dab in the middle of our city. Weird, right? It works because I only ever wanted to be a teacher in a one room school house amid farmlands in some great state. The specifics didn't matter. Except it turns out I am allergic. To all of it. My state and any state where things grow in nature. All animals with fur or hair or saliva. And farms. I am allergic to farms and anything they would raise or grow or harvest. My problems run deep, but there isn't...
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