I have grown into this pastor’s wife gig. I recently heard another pastor’s wife say, “I just worry about being me and nothing else.” I felt like that was really good advice, and I think that I am coming much closer to having that sort of attitude. I don’t notice the loneliness like I used
Author: Emily P. Blackwell
Wife, mama, writer, reader, dreamer, creative.
Wine: Part 2
It’s Monday morning, and I’m already tired. The laundry has piled upon me. The floors are sprinkled with sticky spots. The refrigerator is all but empty. There’s a pile of receipts staring at me from the corner of my desk with Josh’s voice…they’re telling me I really have to get them categorized in Mint. And
Wine
Welp, I’m pregnant again. I’m almost 11 weeks – due August 1st, which means I’ll probably be induced on August 8th…because that’s the way I seem to roll. You know – we’re just going to do them all within a month of each other. Adelle will be 5 in July, Baby B will arrive, and
Lately and that Corn Chowder Recipe
Today we are having a “lazy day”. Apparently I label days, and Adelle has come to know their names. Last night she said, “Mommy, when are we going to have a lazy day?” It’s been sorta chaotic around here – girlfriend knew we were due one. So far there’s been bed playing, book reading, and Alice
Motherhood is just…motherhood.
This weekend I had the privilege of sitting down with some older, much wiser ladies. With one, in particular, I was sharing my struggles, my thoughts, my dreams – and I said something about successful motherhood being an either or sort of thing in the Christian arena – about there tending to be a stigma
Painted Pumpkins and Buttermilk Pie
Right before we left for D.C, we decided to paint our pumpkins. I don’t love the carving process, so we paint. And while we were painting, Marilee was climbing the stairs and grabbing for our paintbrushes over and over again. Until Josh finished and could do this with her… She also has finally
Love All Over the Place in the Kitchen
I am caught off guard by the joy I am able to find in the every day. The way a person peeking in the windows of our home [in the least creepy way possible] might not be able to see anything that matters so much, but I can feel the weight of the matter in
Full in it All
Day 24 Remember last time I wrote? How I was all – life is a fairy tale? La, dee, dah! I laid my head down at 10 pm last night. At 10:15 Marilee woke up fussy. I got her back to sleep and got back in bed myself somewhere around 10:45. At 11, she woke
Tell the Truth
The problem with the truth is that you can’t bend it to fit what feels right to you at the moment. The truth just…is. That’s why sometimes being “real” and speaking the “truth” can get a little tricky. We often associate being real with being unafraid to let your struggles, your flaws, and your insecurities
Happy Here. Happy Now.
Day 17 So, I’ve missed some days. My mind is all aflutter with newness and possibility and living fully and entirely in the now. I am simultaneously becoming more and more aware of my own sin-struggle with discontentment and the possibility of enjoying every moment this life as to offer. Blame it on One Thousand Gifts