Sunday nights aren’t for the faint of heart. I remember when weekends were restful and we had sabbaths and we got to take naps.
I feel like we need a weekend to recover from the weekend.
For me, Sunday nights mean I’m faced with a list of things I didn’t accomplish in preparation for the week ahead. I just have to determine what we can do without and I’m tempted to leave a memo for the kids that says it’s “survival of the fittest” this week for lunches because mama ran out of time. And energy.
I don’t feel prepared for Monday or any day after that.
I feel like I’ve let my family down.
I’ve let myself down for sure.
I can’t sit in that place of defeat very long or I start the nasty cycle of self-pity and then I look around and see the messes and the lack of groceries and the dirty clothes and I start blaming. Either myself or whoever is in the room at the time. It’s not pretty.
This is not how I want to start the week out. Read More
Lord, why did you make Mondays? Read More
Was it to prove our need for You?
If so, it's working.
The company I work for, Thirty-One, acquired a jewelry company a couple of years ago.
There was one piece that I really fell in love with.
A pendant necklace engraved with the words “Protect & Love.”
I was so moved by the piece that I reached out to the designer, Janet Kinkade, and ask her if she would share the story behind it. I knew it was a long shot, but I found her on Facebook and sent her a message. I was pretty thrilled when she responded quickly!! Janet told me that she created the necklace to be a reminder for those “hard days” of motherhood. She shared that she’s a single mom of 5 kids and the reason she works so hard is to protect, provide and love her children.
I loved the necklace so much more when I knew why it was created because I understood her mama heart. Completely Read More
As much as we don't like to admit it, these are uncertain times. Some days the ground seems to be shaking under our feet. The news channels and our news feeds are full of tragedies and warnings and people freaking out and we are tempted to squirm with fear. At least for a moment. But then we get to go back to our jobs and our routines and choose to believe that somehow this won’t affect us. I mean, surely not… surely we can be strong and not give in to fear. Read More
When anxiety creeps in we search Pinterest for inspirational quotes to share or we might even pull out the Scriptures. For answers and hope and security. Sometimes we find it.
When I was growing up, I didn’t want kids. As far as I could tell they were hard to manage, loud, expensive, selfish and demanding. I wanted to be a marketing executive in NYC. I wanted to wear suits and heels and carry expensive bags and walk up Fifth Ave to get to work each day. I wanted to live in a loft apartment. I wanted to be independent. And very successful. Read More
Looking back, maybe this kidless dream of mine was a way of coping.
Here we are, Lord. We made it to Friday. Read More
I remember when Friday was a huge sigh of relief. We used to be so thrilled to walk in the door and throw down our purse and other baggage and sit awhile. We used to rest over the weekend and recharge for Monday morning.
But it’s not like that anymore. Sometimes we leave early Friday morning and don’t walk back in the door until late Friday night facing the fact that we have an early Saturday morning game or event or project on the calendar.
I often wonder if Chick-fil-A ever calculates the amount of profits they are forfeiting by staying closed on Sundays. I mean, I’m sure they have… considered the cost.
I’ve lost count of the number of times someone in our family is craving CFA on Sunday. It’s always a shock to drive by and see the whole place shut down, abandoned, lights off and parking lot empty.
Honestly, I think they are an example of obedience to us. Read More