Despite the extreme difficulty of turning off my negativity, praising God is my go to—the garment I reach for the most. Acknowledging God’s riches lavished all over my past, present, and future is my favorite outfit to wear.

We see our disappointments staring back at us in the mirror. Our reflection triggers the lies, that regardless of our good intentions, we missed the mark.

Better than Gucci. When we put on the armor of God, we reject sin’s power over us. We trust that the battle truly belongs to the Lord. Believing that His protection is more powerful than our own strength.

Like me, are you or a loved one finding that the thing you are using as comfort isn’t snapping you out of your valley?

I just wanted them to fit. Fit the way they fit before. Do you want to stop flailing between seasons, missing what you used to have? Would you consider joining me over the course of this series in putting on something [a little less] triggering?

My blood impacted my outcome.

Maybe just like the shortest day of the year, your Christmas was more dark than light.

This time around, September seemed different. September, maybe we will be friends next year. Maybe.

I needed him to strengthen me and reveal to me what glorifying him looked like in my agony. The discomfort and tension of fasting made room for me to cling to the Lord, drawing my eyes toward him.

The joy of being transplanted into his family for eternity makes room for every day on Earth to be accredited to him.

For me, the new year reminds me of the weight I still try to carry with my own strength. 

Against my kids’ liking, I love a stormy day. Easy for me to say, I have never endured a tropical storm. Yet, I can say, life often feels like I am being tossed by the waves. Have you felt this way, tossed by the waves not knowing how to stay afloat?

And somehow, I get to the end of the month thinking: what just happened? Hi October 31st, where did you come from?

The “September” days we face all year are in the hands of our almighty Father. 

Hi September. We have a track record.

“Look mom. I’m like an angel on your back.”

My prayer is that I will walk in freedom of whatever comes of my scan and the weight of dancing between milestones. Motherhood in a nutshell, right?