The world we live in often feels unsafe. There are so many standards and expectations to live up to. People let us down. There's competition. We feel the inner push to take charge and make it right. But there's another way to live. #restGIRLhope Go To Blog
And oftentimes...I feel like I'm being crushed under the weight of it all. Multi-tasking it all. Doing so many things at once. And the mental to-do list never gets smaller.
And when I feel like I'm being crushed, I go through my day feel overwhelmed...and often downright irritable. I'm grumpy towards my kids. I'm short with them and their problems. I mutter under my breath. I bark at my daughters. It's NOT very pretty.
Coming to the end of Christmas, I find that I actually need MORE Christmas!
We started our first year of homeschool this week.
I put all the cutsey, happy pictures up on Facebook and Instagram. But do you want to know a secret?
Most of the week was overwhelming.
I DO struggle with beauty. Still. Frequently. And yet I count myself SET FREE in the area of physical beauty in a way that I was previously chained up.
I'll be the first to admit that I am just not quite sure how 'female friendships' are supposed to work. It's so idealized in our culture. And true friendship is pretty much never straight-up ideal.
“Every day....Every day you're not dead in the ground, when you wake up in the morning, you gonna have to make some decisions. Got to ask yourself this question, ‘Am I gone believe all them bad things them fools say about me today?’ You hear me? ‘Am I going to believe all of them bad things them fools say about me today?’”
5 thoughts Christians should think in response to the US election results.
It's a challenge to engage. When our wife is unhappy. When the kids are not behaving well. When there are things wrong in our homes, neighborhood and church. It's easy to let someone else handle it. #ManUpMen Go To Blog
Our world would be a better place if I, and other men, believed this:
God doesn't require, or measure a man's worth, by the impact he has. Neither does he applaud a man for the number of people that he influences. What is valuable, in God's sight, is...
I've been feeling down recently. Nothing BAD is happening. I just don't feel very peppy.
The guy stunk so bad. The reek was strong enough that part of me regretted stopping the car to try to help him.
What I thought being a strong man was supposed to look like might not be what real strength is.
My energy tank is running on empty...but there's a lot that needs to be done when I get home from work.
An offensive line of only one man can't be effective.
I asked my wife and daughters to live with me in our shed for the week. Pics...
I asked my wife and daughters to live in the garage/shed with me for a week. Why...
Colleague is grieving. Kids are misbehaving. Something unethical is happening at work. How to approach life's tough situations.
Our house got broken into. Every floor of the house was trashed. My family members and I felt worry, anger, fear, safety and stress all at the same time.
How is a man supposed to handle situations like these?
I asked him, "Do you two sometimes not get along?" and he said, "SOMEtimes??!!....ALL the time."
He only said four words. But it was enough to let me know that he really needed to be taught. He needed someone to tell him what to do when it's hard to get along with someone. And in this case, that someone was a girl.
So here's what I told him:
In this post I share my answer to the question: "What's my responsibility in light of global poverty and economic inequality?"
Even though my collegues might dissaprove and my mom might want to buy me new clothes, when I put on worn out clothes, it...
We've been out of the garage for 2 and a half weeks. Read more to hear my thoughts post-project.
My daughter spent 10 minutes with her toys and was already complaining...sounds like ME.
I am SO READY to move abck into our garage and be done with this project...but there are 1.2 billion people out there that 'being done with a poverty-awareness project' is not an option for them.
My daughters were hungry for breakfast. I biked to McD's and counted out change looking muddy, unclean and unkept. I didn't expect...
Day Three of our garage poverty project. I'm starting to wonder 'what is right?' when I have so much and others have so little.
I built our bathing area to remind me of the bucket baths I took when I lived in La Ceibita. For bathing I...
I asked my wife and daughters to sleep in the shed/garage with me for a week. Pics...
I asked my wife and daughters to sleep in the garage with me for 1 week. Why...
Day 1 of living in our garage for a week.