by Ashley | Dec 21, 2018 | God's love, growth, motherhood, parenting
The other day my son (11) and I were in the van alone. I find he is more chatty in those moments running from here to there than when we are at home. Thankfully, I have been aware of this for the past year and I have been using that time to check in. “How is...
by Ashley | Jul 7, 2016 | be brave, friendship, growth, hope, motherhood, Uncategorized
I met with a friend today. It was your typical playdate with preschool-aged kids. There was milked poured, sibling squabbles, and Daniel Tiger in the background. I loved it. Not because of any of those things, but because this friend and I get each other. We don’t...
by Ashley | Jun 2, 2016 | be brave, Freedom, God's love, growth, identity, kids, love, motherhood, parenting
Mamas, I have a tip for you: Just Be You! Everyday, I get to see about 100+ articles about this and that–usually posted on social media. I don’t read most of them because they are an opinion about another article that they read. Moms are all up in arms...
by Ashley | Jul 9, 2015 | emotions, growth, guest post, Homemaking, kids, motherhood, parenting, summer, summer is...
Summer is one of my favorite seasons…well, it’s top 3 anyway. (I love fall and spring in equal measure). Summer brings so much to our lives and as a mom, I feel it differently than I did before. There is urgency and lull in the same breath. There are...
by Ashley | May 29, 2015 | emotions, Freedom, God's love, growth, hard times, Holy Spirit, Homemaking, kids, motherhood, parenting, prayer of jabez
Today I sit at my computer and mentally prepare for the next 10 weeks. I LOVE having my kids at home, but I also have things that need done and I am accustomed to fitting them in with less children in tow. This means that I have to strike a balance between conquering...
by Ashley | May 11, 2015 | comfort, emotions, God's love, growth, hard times, Holy Spirit, motherhood
I sit with dried tear paths down my cheeks and what I am sure is a startling look of make-up covering the blotchies that I have been genetically cursed with after an ugly cry. It is only 12:37 on Mother’s Day and I have had an epic meltdown that had been brewing since...
