those first twelve years included hyperemsis, traumatic deliveries (both at home and in the hospital), a child with a life-threatening birth defect, a car accident we shouldn’t have survived, a vasectomy (and a reversal,) postpartum depression, amblyopia, grand mal seizures, along with “normal” mommahood life… not in the plans for my first twelve years of marriage as I had dreamed of. But 33 years later, our “empty nest” era is full of legos, watercolor paint projects and children’s books scattered everywhere as we have eight precious grandkids we share a lot of life with! Thirty-three years later and I’m still realizing that mommahood is a lifelong journey…. marked by both pain and purpose, duty and delight — a journey that still daily requires me to
fully rely on Jesus.
legacy and what lasts.
the gift of motherhood as we are shapers and molders of the next generation.
the table as I feel like it is the heartbeat of the home.
heart to heart conversations about real life as I believe that is where healing can begin.
solitude and time alone with Jesus as I have seen the fruit of these times in my life.
I was blessed to have founded Delight & Be. . .a ministry for young women ages 16-22. From 2012-2020, we had an incredible community of young women where we had a thriving online community, a beautiful magazine as well as workshops and retreats. My personal highlight was the Delight House where we hosted local events as well as three day workshops.
During this season of my life, I witnessed firsthand the profound impact of loneliness. Listening to countless stories of young women grappling with suicidal thoughts, pornography addiction, eating disorders, anxiety, and more, it became clear to me that isolation is exactly where our adversary wants us to remain. When we are alone, it's easier to fall into cycles of shame and self-condemnation.
However, I also discovered the transformative power of community and vulnerability. Coming together, sharing our real-life struggles —
it marked the beginning
of healing and freedom for many.
Today, these young women are now 28-34, many now married and mommas themselves. As I scroll through social media and see them raising their own children, I sometimes feel a lump in my throat, witnessing the next generation born and quickly getting older.
We need each other. My deepest hope is that this journey of the MOMMAHOOD will impact the next generation profoundly. May our shared experiences shape who you become as a mother, influencing your children, and ultimately leaving a legacy that extends to your grandchildren.