Fifty Shades of Grey. Let’s just go ahead and throw it out there. The chatter is endless. The stances are varying. I’m not here to write a critique about the movie or the books themselves. I’ve not read or seen them, and I do not plan to do so. It’s a bad idea for my
Category: Family
When I Grow Up I Want to Be an Unfrantic Woman
I stood in the shower letting the hot water massage the back of my neck. “Why am I so tired? Like pregnant tired? But I am NOT pregnant [just so we are all VERY clear].” I fell asleep last week during not one, but two, of my all time favorite movies. I simply could not
Wrapping Up 2014
2014 is coming to a close. Sherwin Williams asked me if I would take a survey for them regarding my recent purchase there. I agreed because they were our heroes as we painted and repainted our new to us dining room chairs. I like to tell people they rock when they do. I picked most
WARNING: Sappy Anniversary Post to Follow
To the man who has been my best friend since we were sixteen – the one who makes me laugh harder, live freer, and love deeper than anyone else – Happy Anniversary! It isn’t always easy but I am desperately grateful to know that when we took our vows, we meant them. We didn’t know
When mercy looks different
Lamentations 3:23 – Image Source I sat on the couch yesterday evening while, unbeknownst to me, the carrots and broccoli burned. It was a flop of a day, and I felt like a flop of a mama. At one point, the girls played outside while I folded laundry – and watched Call the Midwife. I
For the Hard Days
It’s not even 8 am and this day already feels like a hard one. There has been no tragedy. All is well in The Blackwell home. But I woke up this morning and plodded to the kitchen to turn on my coffee. I immediately collapsed on the couch and fell back asleep to the clicks
Being who God Created You to Be: Motherhood
So, I’m on this quest to discover how to still be who I am – like deep down in my soul and being – and also wipe tiny hineys all day long…and not feel annoyed by it. Mostly, this feels impossible. The wiping of tiny hineys? Not my thing. Pinching them, smacking them, tickling them?
How being sick in bed is like growing stuff…
I spent the weekend in bed with a stomach virus-esque something or other. It was not a stomach virus, I’m pretty sure, but the effects of this pregnancy that continue to plague me. And today I had to choose to get out of bed and plod into God’s Word anyway. Isn’t that a hard thing?
A Bone when I Need One
Y’all. On this uncharacteristically dreary Florida Spring day – this happened. For 30 straight minutes my girls voluntarily played downstairs by themselves while I enjoyed salad, and French Bread, and Pottery Barn eye candy. I wondered what it would be like to “shop” for the kids’ bedding for a “summer home”. Then I remembered it’s
Survival Tactics of a Sleep-Deprived Mommy
I think that, when you are the parent of young children, and a thing is happening in your life that requires great focus, attention, and prayer [aside from said children, that is], the easiest way for Satan to attack you is to cause the littlest biggest parts of yourself to be up for all hours