Leaning In

It’s funny how even my plants can teach me lessons.

I recently placed my spider plant near the front window.  It only took overnight to perk right back up.  I’m thinking that actually watering it may have helped a bit {wink}.

I am no botanist but I do know that these plants move towards the sun.  Even my flowering perennials outside perk up and open wide in the afternoon sun.

Every flower"s reachin' for the sun

What strikes me is that these plants naturally lean towards the light.  They know where the real life is.

I forget that sometimes.  I forget that leaning into the sun is warm and loving and right.  I forget how the warmth can encompass me and sanctify my heart.

The days get busy and life passes by quickly. We spend days, weeks, months just going through the motions.

I don’t want to live my life like that.

We are here for a mere blink of the eye and I want to be present for it all.

I want a firm grip on the truth during times of grief, doubt, anger, and sadness.

I want to cherish it in times of joy, happiness, peace, and love.

Lord, help me to remember to Lean Into You.


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Reach {Five Minute Friday}

It always seems beyond my reach.  Just beyond the tip of my fingers.  It’s beautiful yet fleeting.  It teases and frustrates.  Whenever I feel like I have it all figured out it morphs into an enormous mountain that I surely could never scale.

Nature & Scenery


The balance of motherhood and life.  The balance of homeschooling while not losing my mind.

It’s a lie.  Balance is not static.  It’s a constant.  It’s moving.

Accepting the fact that certain days and seasons of life will be out of balance has been freeing.  Balance is out of my reach because in my mind balance looks like perfection.

I have let go.  I have stopped reaching for the elusive balance.  I start each morning not knowing what my day will bring.

Don’t get me wrong.  I have plans and goals and checklists.  What I’ve let go of is the striving.

Kids get sick and throw the day off.  Deadlines come.  Papers need to be written.  Math meltdowns happen.  Cuddles are the only way to calm down at times.

That’s life as a Mom.  Life as a homeschooling Mom.  Setting aside my plans of balance and embracing what comes each day.

Life filled with grace for myself and others set on my path.

Nature & Scenery

That IS within my reach.


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on being a good mom


We were snuggled into bed with a book.  Our nightly ritual. Her sweet little face of 5 short years turns to me innocently and says, “Shannon’s Mom is a good Mom.  Her Mom never yells at her.”  Ouch.

In the stunned silence that follows, she tells me that it hurts her feelings when I get mad and yell.  I feel a taunting arrow aiming straight for my heart.  An arrow that is trying to pierce me with proof that I’m not a good mom.

Years ago I would have let that arrow burrow deep down.  I would have gotten defensive and tried to point out all of Shannon’s Mom’s faults.  I would try to prove that she wasn’t so great of a mom, either.  The difference now?


I know I am not perfect.  I am done striving for perfection.  It doesn’t exist.  It’s exhausting and it’s soul-crushing.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:  Perfection is a lie.

Dear Mom, you will screw up.  You will get mad and yell.  Don’t beat yourself up. Learn from your mistakes and move forward.

Be the encourager, be compassionate, and don’t expect your kids to be perfect either. Give lots of hugs and kisses.  Be there when they hurt.

Love unconditionally – especially when your own feelings are hurt.


We finish our book.  I apologize and she says, as she always does when I screw up, “It’s ok Mom.  I still love you.”

Much Grace, my friends.

We all need it.

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