I’m struggling to remember

I’m struggling to remember

It’s always been true. 

I am not what I do. 

I am not the sum of 

what I check off 

on the to-do list. 

I’ve always believed that,

even if sometimes I’ve 

not acted like it. 

And I am struggling 

to remember.

Here in this time. 

Here in this space. 

I am not what I do. 

I am not what I accomplish 

in a day.

I am more than 

what my house 

looks like. 

I am above and beyond

what is for dinner. 

I am still a creative person

even if I can’t seem 

to start something 

new right now.

I may not come out

on the other side 

of this having 

checked off boxes 

on my quarantine 

bucket list. 

I’m in some sort of

wrestling match.

I want to do more

and yet

I’m struggling 

to remember

what is true.

Here in this time.

Here in this space.

I need to 

remember who I am, 

remember my roots,

remember what centers me, 

who holds my hand.

I need to 

dig deep.

Show up 

for my family

and friends. 

All I need to do 

is be present.

That’s it –

still means I’ve got

to dig deep.

I will show up.


The long night ahead.

The long night ahead.

She decides between coffee or 

a small supply of the kids’ favorite cereal. 

It’s one or the other on her budget. 

The cereal wins because it is 

about more than just cereal. 

It’s a reminder of 


It’s a reminder to the kids

that she remembers.

It is a small way to 

introduce a bit of joy 

and she will make whatever

sacrifice is necessary

to do just that.

She doesn’t have the 

time or energy 

to keep count –

but this is a regular thing for her.


This or that.

She would love a cup of coffee

right now to get her through 

the long night ahead

as her second job begins.

She pushes back 

the fear,

the worry,

for if she allowed it

room it would run through her

spare energy resources

in 60 minutes flat.

And then,

where would she be?

A thought creeps in but she 

speaks to it and tells it 

to go away. 

She shakes her head to 

get free of it.

There’s no time to address

the gaping wounds in her heart

that bleed so easily. 

So she chases the 

memory away.

It is what it is.

Dreams are a luxury and 

her sleep,

her awake

her sorrow

her joy

her energy 

is for her boys. 

Her every minute is

meet the needs.

Her job is survival.

She sorts through

the bills in the mail

as she logs into the

customer service website.

An envelope that isn’t a bill

sorts itself from the stack.

She rips it open to 

discover a card,

and a gift card 

to her local

grocery store. 

There’s no name.

No one to thank

or feel indebted to. 

Just provision. 

A deep breath –

just what she needs. 

And maybe, just maybe, 

some coffee. 




Are you in the midst of a long night? Reach out – you don’t have to do it alone. Allow others to help you take up your space – to be all that you can be.

Are you in a place where you can leverage where you are to make someone else’s burden lighter? Step into that. Do it for the right reasons and be an encouragement to others.

Show and tell

Show and tell

Please unpack your lunch. 

Put your shoes away. 

I love you. 

Please put your clothes in the dirty clothes hamper.

Use kind words. 

Your family matters most. 

Please tie your shoes. 

Don’t mess with your sister!

Leave your brother alone!

Jesus loves you more than I do. 

These are a sampling of the

reminders I say to my kids 

a few times a day,

okay, well, maybe more than a few – 

just depends on the day!

Can I be honest?

It can be frustrating 

to have to repeat 

myself over and over 

and I can’t help but think –

If they would just listen….


And yet – I am like them. 

I need daily reminders.

Your words matter. 

You have a purpose.

God loves you. 

You are enough –

but you can’t do it all.

You can rest in God’s provision. 

You can let that go. 


I forget.

I get distracted.

I get overwhelmed. 

I get focused on what 

I wish would change. 

I need the reminders

that come through 

a song, 

a flower, 

a leaf, 

a bird, 

a friend, 


my family.

I’m working hard to be

a better listener but 

keep the reminders coming. 

Show and tell me 

what I forget,

what doubt taints,

and lies discolor. 

I need the reminders

of what is true. 


You Don’t Have To Try So Hard: A Book Review and GIVEAWAY!

You Don’t Have To Try So Hard: A Book Review and GIVEAWAY!

The harder I try it seems

the more I fail. 

I will be the first to admit that it is

no fun,

this messed up cycle of

trying too hard

and failing.

Kathi Lipp and Cheri Gregory’s book,

You Don’t Have To Try So Hard:

Ditch Expectations and

Live Your Own Best Life, 

is a great encouragement to

this mom’s heart.

In fact this book helped me

give myself permission to take a

bath at 8:30 am

because I was so sore.

When you are trying hard –

a morning bath

makes zero sense.


It was what I needed.

I love that this book released me

from unnecessary pressure and at the same time

educated me on how to actually live in

a way that makes sense for me.

They reminded me that

I am made in a unique way

and they addressed how I

might then go about and

hustle less and

live more.

They use fun quizzes to help

you understand how you operate.

This book is all about standing up

to the bullies of

perfectionism, performancism,

people-pleasing, and procrastination.

They’ve got to go!

I feel more empowered to

pursue what is best for me

and my family without feeling

pressure to be something we aren’t.

What is the expectation you would like to

get rid of forever?

What expectation holds you back

instead of propelling you forward?

You Don’t Have To Try So Hard

because guess what?

You don’t.

Participate in the giveaway for this book on my Facebook page!


Share in the comments on this post on my Facebook page and tag a friend who needs permission to take a bath at 8:30 am and I will enter both of your names in the drawing for You Don’t Have To Try So Hard. I will draw a name on Tuesday, Oct 16. Winner will be announced on Wed, Oct 17. The book will be delivered to the winner and may take 3-4 weeks to arrive. 

There’s Something About A Great Pair of Earrings

There’s Something About A Great Pair of Earrings

I am new to wearing out-there earrings.

Statement earrings that say:

“Look at me!”

I had stuck with the same pair of earrings for years and years

due to sensitive ears.

At least that was my reasoning.

But now at 40 I can’t help but wonder

if it was more than that.

If there was a bit of hiding going on.

Please, don’t look at me.

I want to be seen…

but not fully.

And now?

I now own some bold earrings

and they each have a story.

Connection with others makes me brave

and that is what these earrings represent.

People, stories, and reminders.

When I wear these earrings I walk a little taller.

Fringe earrings are what started it all.

I got these on a birthday trip from my hubby

with three of my biggest encouragers.

These earrings remind me that its okay to be fierce.

One pair of earrings is from my husband

and one pair I made.

The hoops make me think of love and the

jade globes remind me to give voice to my creativity.

One pair reminds me of the shop owner who said,

“You are a great momma.”

The copper teardrop pair are from a friend who sees the best in me.

The macrame ones my sister also owns

because we both fell in love with them. #Sisters

I wear them and think of her and

remember to be authentically myself.

And to maybe give her a call.

It’s such a small thing.

But we all need reminders.

To be strong,

be brave

to be creative

and to be our most authentic selves.

Which earrings shall I wear today?

Which reminder do I need?

 Searching For Kindling.

What reminds you of who you truly are?

What helps you remember to be brave?

What are the stories that remind you to be authentic?

Share in the comments!

Go Ahead – Allow Your Heart To Feel It All.

Go Ahead – Allow Your Heart To Feel It All.

Go ahead and feel it all.

There’s a lot on your plate.

The world won’t come crashing down

if you go ahead and feel it.

I know it might seem like it might.

To allow yourself to sink into all that

is in your heart is

asking for an enormous wave to

crush you, flip you,

disorient and scare you.

How’s a heart supposed to hold it all?

The regular daily stuff, the big daily stuff,

a friend who is sick,

families torn apart by policy, by

systemic racism, by bitterness,

by trial after trial.

If you feel it all –

if you let the wave take you for a ride

you will feel unmoored,

undone and unsure.

That’s what waves do.

But they also move you.

Move you to where you are

supposed to be.

The wave will put you back on land

in a place that you probably will not recognize.

Your lungs will gasp for air.

Your legs will be tentative.

Your hands will reach for the

texture of solid ground.

Your heart will feel first

and will direct your steps.

What do you see first?

What are the needs?

Big waves have a way of

redirecting, re-centering,

a way of mooring us to what actually matters –

and what our part is in it.

So let the wave of all that is in your heart move you,

its okay to be tentative, but be confident

in the knowledge that you were placed

exactly where you are –

on this shore, this exact span of sand,

to walk towards the needs of your world.

May your steps be propelled by love,

may your hands be open,

your passion burning

and your gifts and talents engaged.