When I think my job is 8 – 5.

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(I hope you enjoy “So Glad I’m Here” by Elizabeth Mitchell. It’s one of my favorite songs about motherhood…)

Here’s an epiphany that changes everything for me: My working hours as a mother are never over.

When I forget the natural “forever” aspect of motherhood, I begin to think that my job as a mother is, say, 7 a.m. – 8 p.m. Oh, I feel so annoyed and resentful when my children need me “after hours”. Weren’t they supposed to be in bed hours ago?? Wasn’t I done my job for the day?  Aren’t they supposed to grow out of this needy stage?? What’s with all this work?? With selfish questions like these swirling around in my mind, I don’t necessarily respond to my children with tenderness.

However, when I remember that I am their mother all of the time – that I am the person God designed to be here for my children when they are sick, scared, hungry, thirsty, wet, cranky, or disobedient at the most inconvenient hours – my attitude about serving them changes.

Do they need me at 10 p.m.? at 2 o’clock in the morning? Or worse, when I’m in the middle of a fun conversation with a friend? Or writing a blog post about motherhood? I remember the beautiful nature of my job and try to love them well. It’s always a better day when I respond as a mother and not as the employee of unreasonable 3-foot-tall bosses who call me into work while I’m on vacation.

My children are my people to love and nurture. Everything else in my life – homeschooling, writing, reading, ministry work – should have working hours, but my husband and children shouldn’t, don’t, and can’t.

Oh, and here’s the thing: the reality of around-the-clock motherhood underscores the importance of creating respite and boundaries for myself so that I can be available to serve my children. A private hour in the middle of the day, exercise in the early morning, devotional time in the evening are not “vacation time”, but part of the job. So, I must intentionally create these things in our day and teach my children how to respect them. At the same time, if they need me, I’m here for them. And I’m so glad.


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Two Things About Love


This week, two things expanded my understanding of day-to-day love.

First, Kate Dicamillo’s Flora & Ulysses (recommended to me by my daughter, and two dear friends both named Amy).

My treasured ideas from the book:

  • remember that love can triumph over a whole slew of wrongs, weaknesses, and oddities
  • keep the window open at night in hopes of something wonderful flying in
  • always open the door in hopes that you’ll see the face of someone you love

Secondly, Ellie Holcomb’s heartbreaking, lovely song “With You Now”: this type of love is the epitome of a good marriage, a good friendship, and a good life.

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(Here’s one of my girls. She’s such a delight to my heart.)

I’ve always had a pleasant imagination, rarely suffering from nightmares or intense fears. Recently, all that changed with sleep deprivation.

After our youngest was born, my exhaustion unleashed horror-movie-material in my imagination. It was intense during those first few months of sleeplessness: terrible ideas and images would just come to mind without any premeditation and certainly without any fodder. I felt alone and – quite frankly –  scared of my own imagination.

When these fears would strike my heart, I’d pray. I battled against the thoughts, learning that God’s encouragement for us to “think about things that are true, pure, and lovely” is so hard that it requires His supernatural strength to actually do it. Even with His unlimited, compassionate help, fighting battles in the mind day after day can be downright exhausting.

As I confided in Ryan and a few trusted friends, and as I gradually got more sleep, I felt stronger. This was a gift from God. The struggle subsided significantly. But I must admit, the images continue to come to mind from time to time. For example, I’ll turn the doorknob to enter a room when suddenly, fear seizes me that something terrible may meet me on the other side. I enter the room relieved to see that everything is fine.

At this point, the images are kind of like pesky flies: I’m mostly just annoyed that they’re still there and that I have to deal with them from time to time. But I’ve found great victory in one response and I thought I’d share it with you in case you struggle with something similar. It’s not rocket science or anything profound, really, but it has helped me tremendously.

Basically, whenever one of these images comes to mind and strikes fear in my heart, I still follow the approach of choosing to think about “things that are true, pure, and lovely…” but the very first true thing that I think is, “Thank you, God, that that image is not true.” 

It’s refreshingly powerful and effective.

This one thought works for me because it helps to acknowledge that I thought the image. (No denial allowed. Honesty works wonders for the human heart.)

It also helps me to admit that I was right to be afraid of the image. (Again, honesty changes things in the most profound ways.) It’s okay to admit that evil is evil; we minimize goodness when we minimize evil.

It helps me to intentionally walk out of the fearful image and into the reality that – because of God’s great love and mercy – my worst nightmares are not true. Even when life does take on nightmarish proportions, God is greater than all my fears. My life is in His hands.

I think it’s that part of the thought that makes all the difference in the world: My life is in God’s hands.

Something about all this reminds me of what Paul wrote to the Christians in Corinth. I wonder if Paul had to battle his own thoughts with a prayer like “Thank you, God, that my worst fears are not true… but You are.”

We do not want you to be uninformed, brothers and sisters,[a] about the troubles we experienced in the province of Asia. We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired of life itself. Indeed, we felt we had received the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead. 10 He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us again. On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us, 11 as you help us by your prayers. Then many will give thanks on our behalf for the gracious favor granted us in answer to the prayers of many.” (from 2 Corinthians)


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Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about a topic that seems to separate the younger and older generation of women in the Church.

It seems that younger women feel discouraged when older women don’t lead Bible studies and intentionally pursue discipleship. This discouragement comes from a very real need for mentorship and a very real enthusiasm to grow as Christians.  Younger women want to work, lead, be discipled, and to disciple, yet they feel unqualified to jump in and do it themselves. They believe that these acts of service must be reserved for older women.

Meanwhile, the older women seem discouraged to get involved because they are already committed to serving their families (now with grandchildren and aging husbands) and friends (also, now aging and with lives full of concerns). Some say they feel less strong and less energetic than they did a decade ago: leading Bible Studies seems daunting. Of course older women want to continue serving the Church, yet they feel uncertain about how to meet everyone’s needs with limited resources.

I’m beginning to wonder if both generations misunderstand the appropriate expectations for age and work.

In Spiritual Mothering: The Titus 2 Model for Women Mentoring WomenSusan Hunt explores this very real conflict, seeing each generations’ weaknesses and needs as legitimate. She says, when we are wondering how to work side-by-side in the Church, we could

“Consider  the relationship between Ruth and Naomi – an impressive illustration of spiritual mothering.  In this Old Testament story, we see two women who had bonded! Naomi must have done something right to have elicited such commitment from her daughter-in-law.”  (p.15)

What did Naomi do right?

  1. Acceptance. Hunt points out that – first and foremost – Ruth must have felt Naomi’s acceptance. A Moabite accepted fully into an Israelite family would have meant the world to Ruth.
  2.  Faithful living. And – just as importantly – Ruth must have heard of Naomi’s Jehovah and seen His reality in Naomi’s life. These two powerful attributes – acceptance of Ruth, and faith in God – would have been enough to win Ruth’s heart and devotion.   
  3. Sending Ruth to work. Hunt points out that when Ruth and Naomi arrived in Israel, Ruth worked in the fields and Naomi stayed at home, encouraging and instructing Ruth from day to day.

Hunt’s reply to younger women is, “You’re asking [older women] to go out into the fields rather than encourage and equip you to go.”  (p. 16)

(I love this. Younger women may go out into the fields and older women may encourage them to go!)

A younger woman’s passionate enthusiasm for Scripture, for serving and teaching and worshiping, is needed right now. This may be precisely the right time to take the next step in growing as an active member of the Church. This may be precisely the right time to pray about how God would like you to work.

Naomi was willing to continue in her faith while nurturing and accepting Ruth, she developed a relationship with a younger woman that – century’s later – is upheld as the epitome of devotion to God. Not only that, but God used their friendship to continue the family line of the Messiah. What an example to us!

If you are a younger woman, I hope you lead the Bible studies and teach the Sunday School classes, appreciating every ounce of instruction and encouragement from older women as you go. Realize that you must begin somewhere and that God will help you to grow as you work faithfully.

If you are an older woman, I hope you work “in the field” as long as the Lord calls you there. And afterwards, I hope you invest prayer and instruction into a younger woman who has just begun the work, realizing that she will grow as you nurture her and continue in your faith.

Jesus went throughout all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom and healing every disease and every affliction. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.” – from Matthew 9

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(Why not include a photo of my sweet baby girl?)

It was only five or six years ago that I had a lightbulb moment about what my attitude should be about the Church. Up until that point – all through my twenties and early married life – I tended to see myself as the “brain” of the body of Christ.  I thought I was gifted with special insight to see major holes in the Church. At a moment’s notice, I could’ve listed the Church’s failures, blunders, and ineptness.  I could’ve pointed out weaknesses from the pastor on down through the congregation – including the nursery workers. And the most discouraging part was that it seemed I was the only one who saw or cared. Did I have a spiritual gift? I think I thought so.

Then, I started studying the mature Christians around me – the ones I loved so dearly and respected so deeply – and realized they were not thinking, talking, or behaving the same way I was when it came to the Church. The Holy Spirit used their lives as a wake-up call to me as I wondered, why were these saints so content and happy with the Church? 

They weren’t critical about the pastoral search committee.

They weren’t resistant to discussions about changes, organization, or new projects.

They weren’t the loudest voices at congregational meetings, asking the hard-hitting questions.

Nor were they moping in the margin, believing that the majority of Christians “just don’t get it”.

Instead, where they saw a need for more wisdom, they prayed.

Where they saw a need for more workers, they signed up.

Where they saw a need for a ministry, they started it.

Where they saw glimpses of growth, they encouraged it.

They didn’t see the Church as something to be divided into “people who get it” and “people who don’t”. Rather, they were part of the whole shebang, and they weren’t interested in criticism when there was so much work to do.

They never – ever – ever – saw a hole and asked accusingly, “Why isn’t someone filling that hole?!”

They just filled it.

Or they encouraged someone else to fill it. Or maybe they taught someone to fill it. Or they asked God Himself to fill it. And if He didn’t, they asked for contentment to live with that hole.

Though there is certainly a time for serious criticism in the Church, mature Christians don’t seem to believe it’s often.

Reflecting on the mature Christian’s vibrant, uncritical life in the body of Christ taught me that I am not the brain.

Jesus is.

Even when it seems like people are careless and foolish and weak and uncommitted, Jesus is building something glorious through those very people – including me.

My role is to trust Him as the mastermind of it all. As it turns out, not being the brain frees me up significantly. I can love, serve, and rest well. I can offer my real spiritual gifts generously, with no strings attached and no point to prove.  The best part is that my fellowship with the Church is so much more content and sweet.

“… speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ, from whom the whole body, joined and held together by every joint with which it is equipped, when each part is working properly, makes the body grow so that it builds itself up in love…” Ephesians 4: 15-16


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Sometimes, my Christian faith seems like the tethers of a hot air balloon, holding it securely to the ground.

But those tethers are constantly being loosened, threatening my sense of stability.

A shocking headline can make me lose my bearings. A challenging conversation can make my feet slip.  Circumstances that force me out of my regular routine can make me feel as if all is lost.  I’m way up high in that basket, counting on those tethers, yet feeling them suddenly snipped in half.

Is life is about learning what to do when a tether is loosed?

I’m learning that the tethers are other things ideas, habits, judgements, traditions, assumptions, laws, pleasures that make me feel securely connected to Christ, but don’t do the true work of faith.  Though they feel good and stable, they are not the essence of faith at all. They are holding me down to the earth instead of compelling me toward Heaven.

Thankfully, the tethers always (naturally? Providentially?) come undone and I am forced to face the true essence of faith in Christ. Thankfully, I discover my false securities each time something disappoints me, dissatisfies me, or proves me wrong.

I am learning that true faith in Christ is more like the fire inside a hot air balloon that causes it to soar.

Life is about learning that His character is my security and His presence is all I need to live abundantly.

If I sit tethered to the earth forever, I’ll miss out on everything.

When human traditions and earthly expectations fail us, we are more likely to see that the actual substance of our faith – what is truly securing us to Heaven – is entirely and completely Jesus Christ. 


Jesus said, “They are not of the world, even as I am not of the world.” (John 17:16) 

And so we soar with Him, our one true stability.


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For well over a year, we’ve prayed and sought council on whether or not we should sell our farm and move closer to work, church, lessons, and friends.  A few months ago, we finally made the decision to go for it! We discovered a wonderful house in town and made an offer. With final closing scheduled months down the road, we felt confident that we could sell the farm by then.

We have worked our tails off to sell this place.

More than that, we’ve prayed and ask for God’s help all along.

“We trust God to help us sell the farm,” we thought, and said, and heard, and prayed.

Dozens of friendly prospective-buyers have called, emailed, and visited our open houses. Many of them wandered the property for hours, dreaming about the horse farm, produce stand, or retirement community they’ve always wanted to build. Until last night, we were still in conversation with four potential buyers. I thought for sure one of them would send us an offer the night before we were to sign on our new house. (Isn’t that just how God works? Making us wait until the last minute and then showing His provision in just the knick of time!)

But all four have suddenly said “no”.

We are scheduled to close on Friday without any prospective buyers.

We feel like fools.

Fools for going under contract without selling the farm first. (Note: don’t do that! It is better to live on mac-and-cheese in your friends’ basement for a few months while you look for a house.)

Mostly, we feel like fools for putting a layer of “We trust that God will do this for us!” overtop the truth that maybe he won’t.

Tonight’s the night someone is supposed to say “We’d like to make an offer”! This is the night we were going to celebrate that God came through; that He saved us from ourselves.

And yet… there is silence.

Waiting for a “yes” from a buyer feels like we’re actually waiting for a “yes” from God.

I remember feeling this way when we were waiting for our first baby. (Twelve, thirteen years ago, we waited over two years for a baby while doctors said, “It’s impossible.”) It was agonizing and our hearts were worn out before God. We wanted to trust Him to bless us with a child, and yet we just couldn’t get beyond the fact that maybe He wouldn’t.

To this day, I don’t know if God relented and sent Vivienne because we begged passionately or if it had always been in His plan and we just had to wait until that ordained moment. (Surely, people beg even more than we did and never receive a baby at all.  And surely, He had always held Vivienne in His plan even if we didn’t ask for her.) So, which is it? From what I can tell, Scripture says, “Yes. Both.”

So, here we are 12 years later with a similar question. Can we say, “We trust God to help us sell the farm”?

I don’t know. I don’t think so.

Last night, I had a talking to myself. Tears ran. Months of false hopes finally lifted and flew up-and-away. True hope (tiny, little true hope) had room to breathe. Though I can’t trust God to sell the farm, I can – I must – trust God.

Just God Himself.

Trust in Who He Is rather than what He should do. 

Trust God.

I will. For I have read and heard of His greatness and of His love for those who believe. Whenever I open Scripture, I read of His faithfulness to His children (and their children). I know His salvation through Jesus Christ. I know He is my Father and He will not abandon us even if we made an unwise decision. I know He hears us and cares about us in the midst of these burdensome circumstances.

And so today, as I think about that looming contract, I will trust God.

…God, I am continually with you; you hold my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will receive me to glory. Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. (from Psalm 73)


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When I finished reading the zillionth “How French/ Swedish/ Chinese/ and Antartican Parents Are infinitely Better Than American Parents” article, I sighed.

I had finally had enough.

For years, I’ve taken notes on each one of them, eagerly applying the gems of wisdom from around the globe and throughout time. But something about that zillionth one caused me to ask myself, “Why am I esteeming the methods of people I don’t know at the expense of the parents I do know – the ones who happen to be the most exquisite, generous, faithful parents imaginable?”

To my mother and father’s generation, I offer my lifelong standing ovation.

I particularly applaud my own parents, who raised 4 of the world’s wealthiest daughters – rich in love and learning. Your parenting methods were spot on, in good times and bad, for I consider my sisters amongst the top-notch mothers on the globe, with vivacious, curious, caring children of their own.

Then, I applaud my husband’s parents. You raised a man who can do anything. From the moment he holds our newborn babies, he never flinches from one opportunity to make their day, teach them something useful, or lead them to Jesus.

I applaud my friends’ parents. You have accomplished outstanding work. My friends think deep and well, they serve tirelessly, speak humbly, learn endlessly, and are, themselves, parenting with excellence. Your daughters do motherhood with such devotion! I spend as much time as I can watching them, talking with them, reading their writing, and learning from them. And your sons are connected, responsible, and so fun. One thing is for sure: you did something right.

I know that I represent a certain demographic, but I believe that my demographic must be included in the conversation about American parenting. (For the record, it’s not too narrow of a demographic. As I write this post, I’m thinking of friends who live in the city, others in suburbia, others in the country. Some are rich, others poor. I’m thinking of parents who work full time, part-time, or stay home with their children. They choose public school, private school, or homeschool. Some are Christians, others are not. And they practice a vast variety of parenting methods.)

I just couldn’t wait another day without saying that the American parents I know are amazing and their children are thriving.

So, from my vantage point, here’s what I see:

American parents feed their children healthy food.

They read them excellent books and listen to beautiful music.

They create healthy boundaries and aim to help their children grow in diligence and faithfulness.

They let them play outside for hours and limit their screen time.

They encourage them to respect elders, understand government, keep friendships, and serve others.

They take seriously their job of preparing their children for the future.

They give them age-appropriate chores and loving discipline.

They put them to bed early and teach them how to develop healthy lifestyle habits.

They research important choices like healthcare, diet, social media, and entertainment.

They see the importance of their role as parents and try so diligently to make the wisest choices possible, even it means sometimes signing their child up for one-too-many activities or one-too-few vaccinations.

The American parents I know reflect on how they are doing, they read about parenting often, talk about it tirelessly, and aim to do well by their children for the present and the future.

When I consider the American parents I know, I see God’s grace lavished on two vibrant generations!

So, my friends – beloved American parents – be encouraged to continue in your work and in your love. You are doing exceptionally well.


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my man

This has been my complaint about marriage over the years: “Why can’t we both be in a good place at the same time??”

It seems like whenever I am weak – dragging along in a chocolate-addicted, exercise-averse, temper-sizzling, cranky depression – Ryan is amazing. His skin glows from the 10K he sprinted before his 45-minutes of devotions. His hair stays trim, his stomach is flat, his attitude is positive and can-do. He brings me flowers, sends me to Barnes and Noble for the evening, and takes the whole family out to dinner. He solves my problems and helps with the housework. He teaches all the kids how to butcher a chicken, analyze baseball statistics, and play inverted scales on the recorder. AND he wakes up in the middle of the night with the babies so I can sleep.

Though I appreciate his amazingness, I mostly get caught up in a pity party that I am a D.R.A.G. on this incredible, industrious, happy man. I wish I could be stronger for him…

Of course, I blink and the shoe is on the other foot.

Suddenly (how’d this happen?), I’m the one tying up my running shoes when the sun is just peaking over the hills, my heart is full of prayer and praise toward God, I collect wildflowers for a vase on the kitchen table and make a special lunch for my man and tuck a lovey-dovey Post-it Note inside. I do all this while Ryan’s still in bed! While his alarm has gone off five times to no avail. He gets ready for work slowly, carrying the world on his shoulders. If he speaks at all during dinner that evening, it’s just to say that he’s frustrated about this and about that and about everything. He’s overwhelmed by all of life’s demands and he can’t see his way through. I listen lovingly. I have caring, strong things to say. I look for ways to alleviate his burdens.

I love being strong for him, but I can’t help getting caught up in a pity party that he is a D.R.A.G. on the positive trajectory of my life. If only he would get his behind out of bed and go for a run, then he’d feel spunky and happy… like me! I wonder if I should mention this to him…

Though this certainly isn’t how things are all of the time, these are well-rehearsed scenes in our marriage. I’ve often gotten stuck on that one complaint: “Why can’t we both be in a good place at the same time??”

Recently however, I had an epiphany that got me unstuck.

It came to me when I remembered the beautiful verse from Ecclesiastes 4 that is often read at weddings:

Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. 10For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! 11Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? 12And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken.

The epiphany: it’s part of the plan! One will fall; the other will lift up. One will be cold; the other will warm. One will be attacked; the other will protect. Over and over and over again, it will be the very fabric of marriage.

It’s not a bad thing to be the one who is down. There is no need to feel guilty or indebted.

It’s not a bad thing to be the one who is up. There is certainly no need to feel proud or lonely.

We’re tied together in the journey, through the ups and downs, come what may. And the tie that binds us – the One who is between us actually doing all the lifting, warming, and defending – is Jesus himself, our third cord.

For that, for Christ, and for my husband, I am grateful.

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I just wanted to point out that from my limited sample-slice of the population, I have read absolutely nothing derogatory or bitter from Christians in response to SCOTUS. I haven’t seen or heard one hateful word.  Of course I know this doesn’t represent all of the people who speak on behalf of Christianity, but I think it’s worth pointing out.

I’ve read quite a few articles encouraging Christians to avoid being judgmental, and I’ve even read open letters to Christians, from Christians, about the vitriol they are spewing in response to the whole thing, but I personally have only heard courage, hope, repentance, love, and a resolve to worship the one true God, loving our neighbor as ourselves.

From my perch in the world, I must encourage the Church. I think we’re doing well as we pour our hearts out to the Lord, think deeply and well about all things, and respond with love. Keep on!


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