Where God is When the World Falls Away

For I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.
Isaiah 41:13 (NIV)

I was still in bed the morning my world was turned upside down. I didn’t even feel the bed shake as my foundation began to crumble under me.

I had simply reached for my phone (a bad habit I’ve developed) as I was waking groggily next to my sound asleep boys. There was a missed call from my father from hours earlier, long before any of us were ever awake. I called him back, and it was then my ground began to shake. “The doctors think it’s cancer . . . Your mom.” The words tumbled in my brain like shoes in a dryer. Clumsy. Loud. Pounding. I finally found the words to respond, “Whose mom?” He confirmed it was my own.

What happened next was a blur. I numbly prepared breakfast for the boys, made a call to my husband, already on his way to work, to come home. I bolted for the hospital as soon as he returned, dread and prayer punctuating every thought as I got on the freeway, barely noticing the road in front of me.

My mom wasn’t supposed to be sick. She was supposed to be fine.  This wasn’t how any of this was supposed to go How do you follow a crumbling path — one that seemed solid the day before but now feels as though every step is precarious, weightless? I wasn’t a stranger to roads that forked in unexpected ways by any means. I wrote a book on the main  detour  my life had taken in the last decade, but this — this — knocked the breath out of me. How had I not seen this coming?

Life felt so cruel, but I knew God was close. So, I didn’t hesitate to whisper (maybe I yelled it a little) WHY?  in His ear.

His silence was deafening, yet I knew He was there quietly working — in the elevator with nurses as I choked back sobs, in the hallways where I asked questions no one could answer, in my mind where I yearned for calm that glimmered but quickly faded. He was near, in every moment. The God of the universe draws near to the broken-hearted and crushed in spirit. Though I longed to find a way out of the pain I was in, I knew He was calling me to walk through it with Him by my side.

When we find ourselves on unexpected paths filled with soul-crushing pain, we throw up our hands. Fear holds us hostage as we try to make sense of it all. Our minds grapple while our hearts break. In my devastation, I asked a close friend what I should do. “Step up to the plate, darling. It’s time.” She knew that inside I was trying to find a way to escape it all — the pain, the hospital, the doctors with their kind eyes but grim prognosis.

But every time I passed through another set of swinging doors staring through tear-blurred eyes at the waxed floor in front of me, my mind wandered to the day before — when everything was normal, when cancer happened to other families, when joy still felt possible. Could I step up to this plate?

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Are you scared to be happy?

Today I was interviewed for a podcast about the message of Detoured, and while I was answering one of the host’s questions I had a realization. I was answering a question about self-care, or really, soul-care, if you get right down to it. She asked why it was important, and what the term really meant. It called to mind all of the times as a new stay-at-home mom, that I brushed aside my own needs to focus on those of my boys. I endlessly prepared snacks, planned our days, wiped mouths, and washed hands. If I thought about doing anything for myself- like taking a few moments to relax with a cup of tea or a good book- I instantly felt guilt, like I hadn’t earned the right to relax in my own home.

Of course this stemmed from all of the striving I did, trying to prove that I still had value as a stay-at-home mom. I worked really hard in those days to fill the emptiness in my heart that refused to be filled with anything but a closer walk with Christ and the peace only He can provide. Still, when I think about it, I’m not sure it was just guilt I felt- but also fear.

I can’t be the only one who fears that once I experience true joy, the other shoe will drop. Do you do that, too? The opposite of joy is sorrow, right? So if I feel one…well then, the other is sure to follow. Back then, if I enjoyed staying home with my boys, without earning such a gift (that’s the thing with God-gifts, you can’t earn them)- what did that mean? Would something awful happen if I leaned into it, instead of finding a reason to busy myself and brush it away? I was scared to be happy. We do this all of the time, with just about everything. It’s more than being a pessimist, or even anxious. It’s one of the enemy’s prime tools to turn our eyes away from the abundant life Jesus offers, and onto fear instead. When we fear happiness, we keep ourselves in a lukewarm relationship with life. It’s never that bad, but it’s also never that great. We cheat ourselves out of life. Joy is never really allowed to permeate the first layer of our hearts. I don’t want to live that way, do you?

These days, I make myself a cup of tea, and sit down to enjoy it. I paint my nails when I feel like it, and give myself time to write for fun if the mood strikes. Self-care is going to be different for each of us, but it matters. Life is made up of a million little things that bring us joy, and some big ones, too. We aren’t serving our families any better by denying ourselves the joys of living. If we aren’t enjoying the little things in life, how are we to recognize and savor the big ones? If I’m being honest, it’s a daily fight to choose joy over the “what ifs”. To grab onto it and not let go, even when fear tries to weaken my grip, warning me that sorrow or grief is around the corner. I have to turn my eyes sky-ward and remember that my protection comes from Him- and even if the other shoe drops, He will help me pick it back up.


For I am the Lord your God
who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, Do not fear;
I will help you.- Isaiah 41:13


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An Exciting Opportunity- for both of us!




I’m often asked about being a writer- how did I start, when did I decide to pursue getting published, how did I get an agent? The path to publishing can feel long and overwhelming- and the truth is, it looks a little bit different for everyone. There are some things, however, that everyone can do to place themselves a step ahead- wouldn’t it be great if you could find those things all in one place- and hear it straight from those who have walked the road themselves?

You know me well enough by now to know that I’m always happy to share what I’ve learned, but for those of you who have been asking and want even more information, I’ve got a truly exciting opportunity for you.

My friend and author of over 70 books, Tricia Goyer, is launching a new subscription group where she and industry experts (and me 😉 will be guiding you through the process of finally starting to write that book you’ve been dreaming of.

This Friday, the group will officially open, and you’ll be allowed to take a sneak peak for a week to check things out for free! Want more information? Click here. I’m so excited to get started, and see what God has in store for all who take this journey with us!

I hope to see you there!!


What Happens When We Really Let Go (and a book giveaway!)


This mama always eyes me cautiously when I step under our patio cover to take the boys out to play. I smile at her, and wish I could somehow communicate to her how very much I understand her fear, and her overwhelming urge to protect her babies at all costs. The fears of motherhood are universal, and even though I know that I can trust God with my kids, I place them tightly beneath my wings, and cautiously scan the horizon for danger.

With a firm grip on the illusion of control, and a weak grasp of the true depth of God’s love for each of His children, I try with my mortal strength to keep all things in line. It never works, you know. Something will come out of left field almost as if on cue, and smash my illusion of having any sort of control to pieces. What then? I’d like to say I wave the white flag of surrender, throw my hands up to Jesus and give it all to Him, but I don’t.

I stoop low instead, gathering the shattered pieces, and promising myself I’ll just scan the horizon more intently next time, that I’ll be prepared for what comes. We moms sure love this dance with control, don’t we? We cling to it, all the while knowing that we are powerless to control the things we fear the most from happening. So how do we let go, while holding onto the truth of what matters?

My dear friend Jennifer Dukes Lee wrote a book for us. Those of us that just can’t seem to let go, even though we know that the holding on is hurting us (and our families) more than helping. “It’s All Under Control: A Journey of Letting Go, Hanging On, and Finding A Peace You Almost Forgot Was Possible(Tyndale Momentum, 2018)” releases today. It’s the answer to our control problem, friends. She gets it, because she’s LIVED it. She’s been where we stand, with a family of her own, that she fiercely loves and yearns to protect.

I know that by now you’re wanting to know where, how, and when can you get this book- I’ve got answers!

You can get it TODAY, here, here, and here.

You can also WIN this book by entering the publisher’s giveaway here. There’s also a companion bible study to the book, that is perfect for your next group, or personal study.

I hope you’ll love this book as much as I do- and you’ll learn like I have, that letting go is sometimes the only way to live the life Jesus intended us to have.

The Price of Parenthood

“How come you and Dad both have old parents?” My six year old asked randomly from the backseat the other night as we drove home. I answered with the first thing that came to mind. “Because they’ve  spent their lives raising your Dad and I,” I said, glancing in the rearview mirror to gauge his response. He smiled and said it made sense. After the small conversation that fit itself into the usual back and forth banter my boys and I have on our drives was over, I began to think about my response.

As parents, we give the best years of our lives to our children. We kiss foreheads and wipe mouths, while crinkles silently form around our eyes, and laugh lines appear around our smiles. Our hands slowly change from smooth and soft, to those with visible veins and freckles- evidence of the work they’ve done out of love every day, and every moment since they first held the weight of a tiny being with heaven-kissed breath. Grey hair appears at a frightening pace, while we feel the weight of gravity tugging a bit harder than it used to. Is this the price of parenthood? Our best years given over to sibling squabbles and scrubbing juice from carpets?

Any parent will tell you that it’s all worth it, even if it costs. The sight of chubby arms reaching high for an embrace, and tiny flat feet padding across the floor to arms waiting wide open are wonders of this life that must be experienced to understand. This love that God has given us to share with our children far surpasses the aches and pains of years passing through aging hands.

And what I’m thinking is, can we really love someone the way Christ loves us, without sacrifice? I don’t believe we can. Jesus’ body bore the scars of love, and ours do, too. We can only pour out for others what has been poured into us by Him. Jesus has given us all we need to love those He’s blessed us with. Love is always worth the cost.

For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many. – Mark 10:45

Only God truly knows what we need as parents- so that’s why I’ve created a FREE printable for you with all of the Bible verses that match the stress-inducing experiences of parenthood! Click here for your free printable, Bible Verses for Stressed Out Moms

8 Fun Summer Kid Activities (Even on a Budget!)

As both a stay-at-home mom, and a work-from-home mom (who also homeschools), I am ALWAYS looking for fun activities to do with the boys that a)don’t make me crazy, b)don’t cost a ton, and c)require very little effort on my part, yet provide entertainment.

Here’s a list of some of our regular go-to activities during the summer that seem to meet all of my goals.

  1. Pick your own produce

Chances are, somewhere around you is a local farm with a U-pick option. We love to go to a local blueberry and strawberry patch. I love this activity, because it’s a benefit for me, too. l get fresh and tasty fruit out of the deal (rather than having to drag my kids through the grocery store), and my kids are entertained, outside, and active. Not to mention, it provides a great lesson about where food comes from, and the hard work it takes to harvest it. Win-win-win!

2. Purge the playroom

things to do with kids

If you’re like me, the place where your toys are stored is a never-ending nightmare. We have bins and crates and all the organizing things- and they are good. HOWEVER- my kids have so many toys that it’s a constant battle to keep things in their place, and to keep up with what they actually play with. SO, purging the playroom is not necessarily a “fun” activity- but it can be made so, if you offer the option of selling boring toys at a weekend yard sale in order to have money to buy the latest and greatest. Donating toys is also a good option, but I’m not going to lie- the yard sale option is a big motivator for my boys to let things go.

3. Check out your local library

fun activities to do with kids

News flash(to no one, really), kids like to be independent. Getting their very own library card, and checking out books they want to read is a BIG DEAL in their little worlds. The benefits of this activity are endless- encouraging a love of reading, taking time to look through and pick out books in an air-conditioned environment, and then the excitement (and sweet quiet moments) of kids curled up with their book picks (hallelujah and amen-I’ve got about 3 minutes to finish this post before the little one finishes his Spider-Man book, so Mama’s gotta hurry).

4. Make slime

slime recipe

This sounds like it’s going to require you to do something, and it will- but not much at all. The simplest recipe I’ve found is only 3 ingredients, and my boys play with it for HOURS each day. They LOVE slime. It’s kind of sticky at first, so I recommend letting it sit uncovered for a day after you mix it up, and then let the games begin.

5. Take a local field trip

activities with kids

Have a local cheese factory? Zoo? Museum? Any parent knows that even a boring trip out is better than sitting home and watching YouTube kids open eggs all day- am I right? Seek out the local opportunities and give them a try! You might be happily surprised!

6. Water balloons

best summer activities with kids

That’s it. Two words. Fill them up, and let them go wild. It’s summer, after all.

7. Have a special dessert each week

Summer activities budget kids

Listen, I have a crazy sweet tooth- and in the summer there’s nothing I love more than baking something fun, having ice cream sundaes with all the toppings, or going out for a treat after dinner. Bed times are a thing of the past- frozen yogurt, sunsets, and sticky toes in flip-flops are where it’s at.

8. Let them figure it out

bored kid summer activity

Yeah, I said it. The joy of childhood is invention and creativity. Though they whine that they are so boooooooored, and there’s nothing to dooooooo- that’s just code for “If you ignore my whining and give me 10 minutes, I’ll figure it out on my own.” So don’t feel guilty if this is your favorite of all my suggestions. It’s mine too.


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5 Ways to Feel Less Frumpy As A Stay At Home Mom

Before you get worried, I’m not going to tell you to wear jeans instead of yoga pants. Let’s all breathe a sigh of relief and acknowledge that’s taking this way too far. No, what I’m about to suggest are small ways you can feel pulled together during the day, even as you step on Legos and swear you’ll be donating every toy in the play room next week.

  1. Take the time to do your makeup and hair

I know these might seem like fighting words when you barely have time to shower, but honestly- this works. On the days I don’t bother doing my hair, or swiping on some mascara, I feel more tired and less motivated to do the things that matter.

2. Wear cute earrings

Okay, so if your sweet little ones are around the 6-10 month age group I know that the long dangly earrings that we all love so much are out of the question: they’ll be ripped out of your ears and your baby’s first words won’t be ones you’re proud of. If that’s your situation, find some super cute studs that stand out, and help you to not feel so plain. My stand-by is a pair of silver hoops that go with everything, and even though they aren’t fancy by any means, I feel a bit more polished when I wear them.

3. Only wear clothes you feel cute in

When I first began staying home, I wore whatever lounge clothes I had collected in my college years. My shirts were baggy and shapeless, and my pants were sweats that sell for five dollars without even being on sale. In these clothes I felt as lazy as I looked. Over time, I realized that even if no one saw me, I needed to at least feel good- and I needed to make sure the UPS guy didn’t try to stage an intervention because I looked like I had given up on life. So, I began investing in more fitted lounge and active wear- comfortable enough to do the acrobatics required when raising two boys, and nice enough that if I answered the door, it wasn’t assumed I had checked out of life altogether. My current favorites are some active wear capris I found at Costco- and they have POCKETS. So you know, I’ve basically located the Holy Grail.

4. Take care of your hands

Even though they’ll be doing things like wiping bottoms and washing dishes- take the time to file your nails and even put some polish on them if you’re not like me. I get so annoyed when they chip even a bit that I remove all of it immediately. My solution has been clear polish-my nails look shiny and “done” and I don’t immediately go crazy if it chips because it’s not that noticeable. This is one of those small things that somehow makes a big difference. I haven’t figured out why yet, but it doesn’t really matter, does it?

5. Do something just for you

Read the book. Watch the movie. Listen to a podcast. Do something every day that makes you feel connected to the outside world, especially if you’ve got little ones that make going out a chore. You’ll not only feel refreshed, but like you have more of yourself to give to your kids- and that’s the end goal, right?

The bottom line is- put your oxygen mask on first, and you’ll be able to help those that need you most. Raising kids is a marathon, not a sprint- and taking care of ourselves along the way is vital.

I know being a mom is hard work- and in the most draining moments it’s hard to remember what God has to say- That’s why I’ve created a FREE printable download, that has a bible verse for the most difficult moments of motherhood (Kids having a meltdown in Target? Got you covered. Overwhelmed by the housework? It’s in there too). I love to encourage moms on this wild and crazy journey- and I pray this free printable helps you!

When a Dream and Reality Collide: An Announcement

I was sitting on an overstuffed pillow shaped like an elephant in my boys’ playroom, and doing my best Spider-Man impersonation, when my literary agent broke the news that Harvest House Publishers wanted to publish my book. It was one of those moments in life when the world stops turning for just a moment, when the ordinary collides with the extraordinary, and dreams crash into reality. My shaking hand still held the Spider-Man action figure as I stared in disbelief at my phone. This was happening.

I haven’t stopped thanking God for His immeasurable goodness since receiving the call, and I can’t quite stop thinking about how the small steps we take every day toward God’s will in our lives can amount to something more than we could ever dream for ourselves.

I’m writing a book about my transition of leaving behind a beloved career, to become a stay at home parent- and all of the unexpected feelings of loss and grief that accompanied it. It’s been almost seven years since I lived it, and yet that period of time remains etched in my heart. I’m so impassioned to share what I’ve learned with others. There’s a way to walk into this season of motherhood at home that empowers us- and helps us become the mother God planned for us to be, and the mother our children need us to become.

I’m writing about the ways God taught me about His unending love (and patience), when I felt lost and without worth-even as I followed His call. It seems fitting(and also hilarious) that I would be sitting on the floor playing super-heroes with my three-year-old when I received word that this dream God placed in my heart of sharing my story about true identity, loss, and motherhood, was becoming a reality.

I’m holding every mother close in thought as I write, who like me, felt a sense of guilt and a loss of identity when she dove head-first into motherhood at home. You are not forgotten, and you’re going to be more than okay. It’s time to embrace the beauty of this season, of God, and of the dreams that you, too, have hidden in your heart.

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The One Thing You Need to Remember in the New Year

I live in a town with one stop light. There’s nothing special about it- nothing remarkable or noteworthy. It’s a simple town made of every day people, and for the most part, we all live our lives in a secluded fashion-so wrapped up with the busyness of life that we rarely live in community the way I wish we did. There’s one thing, or person, though, I should say, that my little town has that warms my heart.

You see, there’s an older man in our neighborhood that cares more about others than just about anyone I’ve seen. He gets to know each family he passes on his daily bike-rides, and makes a special note to remember the names of each child he encounters. During most of the year, he’s just a friendly grandpa type with a long white beard. During Christmas, though? He’s Santa, dressed in red with boots adorned with jingle bells, and he visits each home individually for pictures by Christmas trees. He rides atop a vintage fire truck a week before the 25th of December each year, posing for photos and handing out candy canes. As he holds babies and listens intently to wish lists, he addresses every child he knows by name. 

The look on my kids’ face when Santa wishes them a Merry Christmas followed by their individual names is a thing of beauty. “Santa knows your name, buddy!” I exclaimed as we walked home from our visit to the sparkling old fire truck a couple weeks ago. I was met with an awe-filled silence, my boy’s eyes gleaming and excited. Santa knew his name.

Known. Seen. Remembered. Don’t we all want to feel that way? Rest assured, friend- you are. Jesus knows more than your name. He knows everything about you. Your details. Your quirks. Those things that no one else knows but you- He knows them. He loves you anyway.

As most of us limp instead of sprint into the new year- let’s remember this one thing. We are known by the God of the universe and loved unconditionally from the top of our heads to the tips of our toes.

This world (along with social media, let’s be honest) has a way of convincing even the most confident of us that we aren’t getting much right. We aren’t doing enough, our house isn’t nice enough, our wardrobes aren’t stylish enough, the list goes on. So let’s get this one thing straight for 2018- the only thing in this world and the next that matters, is that He knows us, and we know Him. 

Happy New Year, friends. May it be blessed with the ever-present knowledge of who you are in Christ.

Are You Ready To Be Held?

Today has been a rough one. Today, like every day for the past week, my three year old cherub-faced boy has thrown a tantrum of epic proportions. We are in a season of screaming, and foot stomping that lasts longer than I have energy or patience for. Today, the trigger was simply that his shoes weren’t tight enough, and though I offered to tighten them, the screaming that ensued lasted forty-five minutes. FORTY.FIVE. During these explosions of feelings too large for my little guy to handle, I try my best to remain calm, and do what I can to make my way through the blood curdling screams without screaming myself.

Anyone that complains about the terrible twos has only one child that has not yet become three. Somewhere between the screaming and stomping he calmed enough for me to ask him a question.
“Are you ready to be held?” I asked, and inwardly winced, bracing myself for his response. As I asked the question though, I felt God ask me the same. You see, I’ve spent the last… I don’t know how long, trying to do all the things. I want to go to bed every night knowing my children feel loved, and my family feels supported. I want a clean house. I want approval. I want to feel accomplished. At my deepest core, I’m a people pleaser- and a God pleaser- constantly working to earn my place in their hearts. Maybe you can relate.

It’s not something I consciously do- and you probably don’t either. It’s the small voice in my mind telling me that the laundry should have been put away already, and the floor mopped. It’s the voice that tells me if I had just tried harder, things in just about every failed scenario I can think of would be different. It’s the grace that I strip from myself, believing I don’t deserve it- even if Jesus died for it.

It’s futile to try and earn favor with God, when we already have it. We are righteous in Him. Forgiven. Free. You probably know this. I know this. Our places in the Father’s heart are secure and unchangeable. And yet…my head continues to wrestle with the unspoken belief that if I just do more- for Him, for everyone- that my worth somehow increases. Oh, with my mouth I’ll tell you that Jesus did all the work on the cross. I’ll nod my head and tell you how confident I am of this- because I AM confident of this. In my day to day life though? I still try to earn it.

So today, I’ve decided to stop stomping my feet and screaming that I can do it all- that I can earn my way into the good graces of Jesus, because I’m already there. Today, I’m going to rest in His arms, and be held. Because today, I’m ready- and just as I stood waiting with my arms outstretched for my sweet boy to come running, I know He’s waiting for me to do the same. He’s ready for you too. Are you ready to be held?


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