You know, she’s flying. Every time I look are her she is moving so fast.  He too. He seems to be accelerating  faster than I can keep up with. When did my baby turn 8 again? 

Before children came into our lives, I felt like we were wading through our life. Now, I feel like I am swimming in a rapid ocean clinging on to passing debris just to keep my eyes above water.  

Why do they move so fast? Why is it one day they need you for everything and the next day they refused to hug you at school and you walk away with hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Then ask you to make them a sandwich when they get home…  Growing up I guess? It hurts. Sometimes it feels a lot like rejection.You give and give as a mother and wife. Sacrifice seems to be the calling thrown upon you so swift it knocks the air right out of your lungs and you find yourself on your knees. (4lbs and 15 ounces with blue eyes can do that ) And when stand back on your own two feet you are often alone. No one tells you how motherhood is isolating. An isolation you’ve never known. Everything is fleeting around you. Friends, time, even you yourself. You try to grasp what you can but it slips though your fingers. And all-the-while you pray to God that He has given you the wisdom to not screw up everything .

 Live a life filled with love for others, following the example of Christ, who loved you and gave himself as a sacrifice to take away your sins. And God was pleased, because that sacrifice was like sweet perfume to him. ~Eph. 5:2
“My God is not a God of failure. These blessings were predestined to be mine and divinely chosen before the beginning of time. Hold fast to the the small glimpses of the kingdom He gives you today, Beth and breathe it out to them.” I whisper this to myself as I drink my coffee, usually cold, during the hustle and bustle of the morning; Oh, how I am yearning for the slowness of summer. 

The slowness of summer does not slow them. But, it will slow me long enough to hold on just a little longer to what’s constantly fleeting. Them. Mothering.  This season of them needing me so much that at times I barely have anything left at the end of the day…week… Month. 

Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their children after them. ~Deuteronomy 4:9 
Mama, teach them grace and mercy because, let’s face it! Mama’s need lots of mercy. So show them how easy grace can be given.We need to remember even though it seems hard, it is easy because we’ve already been forgiven from the highest of highs. 

And praise, praise, praise even when hot tears are streaming down your face as you fold the the 2-times-too-small laundry into a donation bag after you failed to make them lunch they asked for and you promised with hair that may have not been brushed in 3 days. These days arenever ending  and the years are incredibly short.  This season is hard, mama. But you will not break. Because Jesus picks us up and the Holy Spirit glues  right back together so that we can exhale. ​

And oh how I am so thankful for that. 


Being still

“In the rush and noise of life, as you have intervals, step home within yourselves and be still. Wait upon God, and feel His good presence; this will carry you evenly through your day’s business.” William Penn

This, I feel, will be the essence of our summer. And, I pray for it to continue through the rest of our days as well. 

 Now then, stand still and see this great thing the LORD is about to do before your eyes! 1 Samuel 12:16

What is summer? 

Summer is a time where you indulge in the littlest simplest things. It’s hot, it’s a lazy, and it’s so beautiful.
I want to give my kids a true summer. so, I’m taking away their electronics and Handing them adventure, imagination, and experiances. I want to say “yes” to the things that will make their summer unforgettable. 

I want their eyes to turn away from to world and focus on the all the glorious blessings we, His children, have been given. Living though Grace, thanksgiving, and moving toward a heart of gratitude. I feel The Lord beckoning for us to calibrate our hearts again. The busyness of this year pulled our family into place where we shout with the world first than what ever is left we whisper to The Lord. It’s like we’ve unhinged our soles from the roots that we plant in him to walk away.

We need simplicity so we don’t become distracted in our walk again. 

Won’t you join us? 

 This is their summer. 


These are images of our spring