I want to raise a generation of kids that are free. I want my boys to explore. To be adventurous. To ask questions, to look at things and wonder why and why not. I want to raise up a generation that isn’t afraid to get dirty. I want my boys to never lose their sense […]Read More i want to raise a generation…
I think you always need a dose of bravery when you read your words in front of a giant (well, to me!) room full of women. Today at MOPS, I shared a devotional based on this blog post. How do we raise brave kids? Start by being brave mamas! Sometimes, we let people put out the […]Read More 31 days of living free: what is brave?
Every once in awhile, I hear someone speak and think, “YES. MORE OF THAT.” That’s how I feel every time I listen to Elizabeth Hagen. (She inspired me to write this popular post.) I’m a big fan of Elizabeth’s mother, my loveliest 90-year-old friend from church, and I’m always thrilled when Elizabeth comes to visit. […]Read More 31 days of living free: focus on your strengths
I know so many fierce women who are holding it down at the office, at home, and in their communities. Can I just say, GET IT, GIRL. You ladies know who you are. You’re the unsung heroes who make everything work. You’re the first one awake and the last one to sleep. You’re creative and […]Read More 31 days of living free: free to have fun
My two little people are tucked away, dreaming, and I’m up after a busy weekend, looking at my mess (what else is new?) and trying to commit to this whole blogging-for 31-straight-days thing. And I’m thinking about the week ahead. I’m thinking about all the busy that tends to sneak its way into my heart. […]Read More 31 days of living free: mornings
When Joseph meets someone, he boldly introduces himself. “HI. I’M JOEY CRAIG. I’M FOUR.” And if he really likes you, he adds, “I HAD A THOMAS BIRTHDAY PARTY.” He just puts it out there. He knows who he is and he owns it. I have a hard time with that. I grapple with my identity, […]Read More 31 days of living free: identity
“MINE. NOW!” he demanded, a chubby finger emphatically pointing toward a cupboard. “MINE. NOOOOOW!” He bellowed. I scooped him up, but when I tried to cuddle him, he threw his head back. He wanted something I wasn’t giving him. I don’t know if you’ve ever spent any amount of seconds with a toddler before, but man. […]Read More 31 days of living free: a demanding heart