Have you ever felt like you’re constantly pouring out for everyone else—yet still never feeling caught up? I was listening to a mom explain her burnout and she said it so well. She said: “I feel like I’m a Capri Sun—and my husband, daughter, and even my dog all have straws. I’m feeling overworked, touched…
I didn’t heal my burnout by decluttering my house or finding the perfect morning routine.It wasn’t the supplements, or the planners, or even the self-care days that changed me — although I tried all those.It was Scripture. But I think what’s changed me most of all is not necessarily the Scripture itself — even though…
Somewhere along the way, we stopped laughing at the little things, singing while we worked, and dancing in the kitchen for no reason at all.We became women who manage homes, but forgot how to actually delight in them. And yet—most of us probably understand that joy is not just a feeling you stumble into –…
When I finally realized the habits keeping me in survival mode weren’t big sins or overtly bad habits but these tiny, almost invisible reflexes — everything started to change. When I discovered that my nervous system — not my to-do list — was keeping me stuck in survival mode, everything changed. And I want to…
When I finally realized I wasn’t angry at my kids, or my husband, or my circumstances—I was angry that motherhood exposed everything in me that needed changing… that’s the day I started to become a new person. It wasn’t a single moment of triumph. It was a continuous humbling – Like God holding up a…
A couple years ago, I realized something painful—I didn’t recognize the woman I had become – and not in a good way. I was doing everything right on paper, but inside, I was bitter, frantic, and felt like a shell of a human. One morning, I thought, this can’t be the life God meant for…
I hear this all the time: “I just want to cut the drama with my kids and actually enjoy motherhood again… I want to be a soft, gentle, sweet mom — but why is it that what so often comes out is brash, annoyed, and sharp? Why does the smallest mess or meltdown feel like…
You scroll through Instagram and see a post: “8 children, beautiful garden, hand-stitched curtains — with a caption saying, “You’re doing great, mama!” And you think, That’s not me. I only have two kids, I don’t even have curtains, I’m exhausted and how could you possibly know if I’m a good mother? Then the next…
Candle-making has become one of my little homemaking tricks — truly embarrassing how easy it is. This week I melted down some wax, grabbed an old bone broth jar I’d heroically saved years ago for a time such as this, and stirred in a splash of butterscotch extract I found hiding in my pantry. Then…
Sometimes the week feels like a little carousel of cozy rituals — like whipping up my very fussy (joking) herbal remedy for cold-and-flu season (read: 1/4 cup honey, 1 tbs turmeric, a crack of black pepper and prayer). And then there’s my trusty sourdough, the one I’ve baked so many times I could do it…
