Advancing God's Kingdom in the Family System
After signing a petition for families in the United States to receive up to 12 weeks of paid leave post-partum, I started thinking about the power to influence policies. Last year, I wrote a post about finding favor on my job to encourage mothers to trust God on their jobs. Is it possible for a […]
I have found myself feeling incompetent on several occasions even when I am overqualified for a position. I doubt myself and look for affirmation. That is what impostor syndrome does to me. It makes me feel fake and unworthy to sit at the table….
We often say “family comes first”. Yet, we find it hard to put it into practice. Sometimes, we find ourselves having to choose between work and family. Parenting makes choosing between career and family more complex. The time change or daylight savings exercabated the guilt I feel each time I pick up the little one […]
Being a joyful mother doesn’t mean that things will always be perfect. God knows that my family drives me crazy. There are times I want to run away and I long for things past, but God always intervene, and challenges me to get my perspective back on track. He uses the voice of my 3-year-old son, who looks me in the eye and asks me “Are you happy, mummy?”
Stay-at-home moms who take their kids EVERYWHERE and working Moms that never get a break, this one is for YOU! I KNOW you are…tired, flustered, question your own sanity, feel like you are surviving most days. We have traded sweats for nice outfits and messy “mom buns” for clean, dry hair…. We eat standing up […]
As I study infant and early childhood mental health, I realize being a good enough mom is not primarily about the number of hours one spends with the child. It is more about how present one truly is when one is with the child.
If God has called you to the awesome stay-at-home mom life; enjoy the season, grow in faith, build your home, give it your all, see it as a privilege to fully give yourself to your family, and don’t get caught up in comparison……
As I hold our precious daughter in my arms, struggling with her elongated arms and legs sliding out of my grasp, I jiggle her up and down as I rock her to sleep to the whirring rhythm of our ceiling fan. There is a humongous mountain of unvoiced fears hovering at the back of my […]
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