“Wives submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself it’s Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit in everything to their own husbands. Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that in he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without sport of wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish. In the same way husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ does the church because we are members of his body. Therefore a
I’m just over a month away from my due date with Baby #3. I have a 3-year-old boy. I also have a not-quite-2-year-old girl. I stay at home 24/7 with them. I blog, crochet, read, participate in church activities and ministry, am always with family (I have three siblings), and have to walk up a flight of stairs every time I go to the bathroom during the day. I’m a lot of things. Bored is not one of them. Tired is always one of them. Can you relate? I’m pretty sure every parent out there can! Even if our situations are different, it seems like being a parent and being tired just go hand-in-hand! Being tired makes things harder for sure! Harder for me to make decisions. Harder for my children to obey me. Harder for my body to keep up with my children, and take care of me and my unborn child. But, all these things need to happen!
Relationships are messy. Family, dating, friends, co-workers, you name it! Complicated relationships are everywhere, in every area of life. We
You sit straight up in bed, woken from the middle of a very in depth dream by the sound of your little one crying. You stumble out of your room and into the baby’s room. You bend over to assist your distraught child, only to find the lost pacifier has been found and plopped in his mouth without your assistance. Now try to go back to sleep…. Haha. Worrying is something every woman struggles with, I think. I have struggled more with anxiety and worry as a mom than I ever did before having kids. What do you do to fill the “worry hours”. Those hours when you are so stressed, tired, or unsure of whether you are even doing anything worthwhile, what is going through your mind? For me, those hours quickly fill with the “I can’t, so I won’t even try” thought. It’s a crippling, anxious-ridden thought, resulting in depression, apathy, more anxiety, and little to no action.
“In the morning when I rise, give me Jesus” My dearest wish is that my children hold fast to these words. It’s what I pray for them. It’s why I discipline them. It’s what I want most in life for them, not to be successful, but to love Jesus more than anything or anyone else. I am not a morning person. I push snooze on my alarm every single morning. I dread it going off, especially this time of year because it’s still dark when it goes off. My kids are bright-eyed, happy, and chatty when they wake up in the morning. They are the reason my alarm goes off. My goal is to at least have a little bit of my bible reading done, and at least have the coffee brewing by the time they wake up. A challenge with my early risers. Another challenge for me is breakfast. I feel nauseated almost every morning, and it gets worse