The Same Puzzle

You know what…

Life is hard.

Mine. Your’s.

It’s all different and it’s all difficult.

We have our own stories. We have our own trials. We are each made up of different backgrounds and varying experiences, which makes each of us unique and capable of different things.

That’s how we are made.


If each puzzle piece were the same…would there even be a puzzle?

No, just a pile of the EXACT same pieces, pieces you couldn’t do anything with.

And that’s how life is.

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Not his day…

Here we are. A holiday weekend is upon us.

This weekend will be packed with backyard bar-b-ques, picnics, sunny days at the beach with family and friends…


But do we remember what this weekend is about? Do we know what it is we are honoring on Memorial Day?

Don’t get me wrong, those above mentioned activities are great (especially with thosewe love), but this holiday is about more than that…

It’s about a flag.

More specifically, Memorial Day is about a FOLDED flag, very similar to the one you see pictured.

The only difference between THIS flag you are seeing and the ones we should be honoring this Memorial Day is…

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A Mother’s Love

Let me tell you the story about 5, not-so-little, ducks…

You see…

5 ducks did indeed go out one day. They wandered around the backside of the pond, found their way AROUND the fence, climbed the hill, and waddled away.

Dinner time came and they were ready for a snack, but only 2, not-so-little, ducks came back.

The pond is now a bachelor pad.

Now, let’s cross my backyard and venture into the chicken pen on the other side. Here, we have two hens that are determined to hatch themselves some eggs. We have plenty of chickens for the moment so I have been collecting eggs every day…even the ones they are attempting to hoard.

My neighbor knows of all of our farm adventures. She is our “chicken sitter” when we are out of town. She texted one night and asked if I would be interested in some duck eggs for my broody hens to incubate.


My kids were beyond excited when she told me she would see me the next day with eggs.

Fast forward to the next day and she arrived to deliver not a 1/2 dozen, not even a WHOLE dozen, but TWO DOZEN eggs.

24 EGGS, friends…24.

I asked, “what am I supposed to DO with all these eggs?”

She said to just give them to the hens and let them do whatever they are going to do.

I’m not EXACTLY sure what an excited chicken looks like, but I think these two ladies would fit the description. Their dream had come true. They had EGGS. LOTS of eggs. They were going to get to be mommies…we hope.

It was a lot of eggs and several rolled out of the “nest.” I use the term loosely because they did not choose a NEST…note the picture. We collected the ones that rolled out and left those that didn’t.

Five days passed…

JUST this evening we candled (shined a flashlight on) the remaining eggs and we have 11 with visible veining.

Do you know what that means, friends?

11 tiny beating hearts in 11 little duck eggs, sitting snuggly beneath their surrogate mother HENS…chickens.

It is so amazing!!

Those hens have no clue that they are hatching ducklings.

All they know is that their mother instincts are telling them to care for and protect “their” fragile little babies. And they are doing so with the passion of any mommy caring for her young…

If you don’t believe me, there are several other hens missing some neck feathers for venturing too close to prove it 😉

A mother’s love is so incredibly strong.

Happy Mother’s Day Week to all my mommy friends ❤

Whether you have babies snuggled in your arms or ones that have left the nest…

If your baby is currently growing inside of you or if your child is dwelling with Jesus…

Whether your child came from within your own body or if your child was carried by another woman…

If you are a woman that holds an incredible amount of love in your heart for a child you have not yet been blessed with…

Or if you made the choice to not have children of your own, but instead to love every child that passes through your life, ensuring that they know they are valued beyond earthly measure…


All of you…

and you do not go unseen or unappreciated.

You are loved ❤

Lubba You Too

“Lubba you too.”

There are few things in life more precious than your sweet toddler leaning over to kiss your fake-sleeping face and patting your cheek before she turns, places her baby face on her “tar” pillow, and drifts off to sleep.

Your heart is full.

You know for a brief moment in her life, you are her WHOLE world…her everything. While that fact can be completely overwhelming at times, it is also completely humbling to experience the unconditional love of a child…

a love that thinks you are absolutely PERFECT, just as you are.

She finds peace and comfort in your embrace whether she is happy, sad, or melting down. You are her EVERYTHING…just as you are. In her eyes, you are beautiful, flawless, hers…

everything you say, wear, do is something she wants to emulate.

She won’t always love you JUST like this.

Her love will always be precious, but it will evolve. It will be different.

She is going to see that I am NOT perfect. I am GOING to let her down.

So, during this ever important time, may I strive to take steps that make my shoes worth filling with her tiny feet. May the path I give her to follow lead her to TRUE perfection…our Heavenly Father’s grace and love…

a love that will see our imperfections, and continue to hold strong, unwavering.

In the meantime, until her naive, little heart has matured to the point that it can see and understand something so extraordinary, may God give me the strength to shine His love in her life and let her know just how precious she is…to me and Him.

Cocooned in Motherhood

See that cocoon?

Sometimes I feel like I am in that cocoon.

I used to be the wild, crazy caterpillar. My life was fresh and full of energy. I was always on the go, eating my way through life with an appetite that was starved for adventure…



Don’t get me wrong, I love my life. I love my babies. I love being a mom, BUT…

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One Beauty for Another

She brought me a flower, a weed from our lawn, but I made a big deal over its “beauty” and tucked it behind my ear…in my “hey-a.”

* That would be my HAIR 😉

The idea must have seemed quite appealing because as I turned to snap another picture of what we were supposed to be focusing on, I heard, “MY hey-a.”

My iris…ugh.

She was placing petals on her head. Petals from my newly opened blossoms.

Oh well…

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“Church” Clothes

I told her she was NOT going to church in her pajamas again.

She’s 4. She’s putting on a dress or she’s NOT going…

But then I stopped. I decided I was making a BAD decision.

What was I telling her? Why?

What was I teaching her? What was she going to learn?

Why does it have to be a fancy, “church” dress? Who cares? Do I, really?

Do I need to “win” this issue? Is it even an issue? And what would I really be winning?

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As You Are

“Jesus wants you as you are,” she told me…

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…,” I wanted to tell her.

I probably did after I hung up the phone. Thing is, she wouldn’t have cared if I had said it TO her. She loves me like that.

The truth…I wanted to lay on my living room floor in a puddle of tears as I placed an online order for pizza delivery, then drag myself to my bed to watch Netflix for the rest of the evening while I polished off the remainder of our chocolate truffle ice cream. I don’t know what the kids were going to be doing during this pity party, probably stealing my ice cream, jumping on the bed, and talking over my shows.

But…I didn’t do what I WANTED to do.

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When I barely survive…

I barely survived yesterday…

I almost LITERALLY barely survived yesterday. It could have been bad…

I was exhausted. I didn’t sleep much the night before..restless legs, carpal tunnel, frequent bathroom visits…all pregnancy delights…

and a snoring husband…

The rain had been coming down all night. The kids were driving me nuts…so much pent up energy.

I needed out of that house…I needed greener grass…

I needed Chicfila chicken noodle soup.

Like BAD.

Caesar salads (my other MUST HAVE item) are kind of off the list for the moment since e.Coli and pregnancy, I’m sure, don’t mix. Dang recalls…ugh

We hopped in the car and headed off towards town…short drive.

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Those Little Feet

We’ve finally reached the point where those little (though they are pretty big) feet of your’s can be felt by everyone, not just mommy.

It’s amazing how the mystery and excitement those feet bring to us now will turn into joy and delight when they emerge into this world and we are counting 10 tiny toes.

That joy and delight will turn into giddy excitement as we watch those little feet trail behind a wiggling, crawling tush before taking their first steps.

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