Sleepless Nights to Draw Me Near

1.24.2016 |

I was sitting in church today and between transition of songs, I quickly sipped some home-brewed goodness and smiled because I knew God was drawing me closer to Himself through things we had talked about in Community Group just moments before.  But then a tune came over the sound system,  and I rolled my eyes, cringed my nose, and said to myself, "I seriously hate this song."

You may know the song Blessings by Laura Story.  I haven't the slightest clue as to why, (maybe the octave at which it's sung, maybe the over positivity of K-LOVE radio hosts with this song, maybe the melody of it, maybe because it's overplayed) but I really do not care for this song at all.  It's not that I don't believe what the lyrics boast, because I do do do do do do definitely do.  I just.....I just don't like the song.

As the music started, I sat there impatiently, zoned out, and just wished the song would end, quickly.

I am overly emotional right now and having a sick baby which grants me only a few hours of sleep only heightening my sensitivity.  So many questions and thoughts bounced in the seemingly empty space between my ears.  They went from one extreme to another.

Am I  a good mom?....Do I really want to be a mom?....I am tired of being a mom....Ezra is absolutely adorable....I can't wait to have more babies.....Let's have 10 kids....I am exhausted....When will Ezra's tiny body heal?....I can't do another night of only 2 hours of sleep....I would never sleep again if it meant staring into Ezra's eyes forever....I don't like being a mom....Being a mom might be the single greatest thing I've experienced....I can't do this forever...........

Thoughts and questions like this filled my mind and the song continued in the background as I sat there zoning out.

And then it happened.

Tears, a steady trickle dripping large tear drops onto my lap.  A line to a song I didn't like and didn't think I was listening to cut straight to my heart.

"What if a thousand sleepless nights is what it takes to know You're near"

For the remainder of the song, I allowed myself to hear the words.  I kept my head down in attempt to save my makeup, but I allowed myself to cry.


I am reminded in that moment that God has purposed everything, every single sleepless night (and there have been a lot of sleepless nights here lately) for his glory.  I am reminded that I don't have to rely on my own strength to accomplish the tasks at hand.  I am reminded that even in the sleeplessness of each night, I have the opportunity to cry out to an understanding God who deeply desires a relationship with me and "longs that we'd have the faith to believe."  At 2AM, I can't afford to neglect this beautiful reality.  As crumby and cranky and crabby as I can be, I can change my outlook on the "inconvenience" and humbly approach the throne of God because he "hears each spoken plea" and "hears each desperate plea."

There is no sweeter way to put my son back to sleep than speaking to the One who loves him more than I ever could.

Now I still can't say that I adore this song, but today this song has taken on a greater meaning and has reminded me that through every situation (big or small) God is in control and he has a purpose for everything and uses anything to draw us nearer to Him, even sleepless nights.


10 New Mom Must-Haves

1.23.2016 |

We just ran out of coffee in our tiny little home, so I ventured out and purchased a bit of dark black nectar.  I ordered 16 ounces and was "accidentally" given 20 ounces.  What a sweet gesture for this tired mom of a congested tiny human.  Each day as a mom is a new adventure; however, donning the title of "mom" is no walk in the park.  I absolutely adore my little gem and life has taken on a completely new meaning now that he is here.  God is teaching me how much I must rely on him in this new life style adjustment; how no matter what I do, He is in control; no matter how hard I try to do the "mom life" on my own, I'm helpless without Him; how much patience I lack, just how selfish I can be, and how to function on minimal sleep; how my identity is in Christ and not my child.  While it is essential to focus on Ezra and make sure I am being the best picture of love he can see, I have to make sure that I am taking care of myself.  This might come as a shock, but it can be really overwhelming trying to "take care of yourself."  I am sure that might get some "amens" from veteran moms.


It's hard not to question yourself in the first few months of motherhood (and I guess I will find this out, but it might now be a lifelong questioning).  A new mom's very own personhood can get lost in the excitement and tiresomeness of mom life. Though she knows that her identity is in Christ, she may start to question whether she matters anymore now that all eyes are on baby.   It is easier listening to the enemy that says you don't matter and no one cares.  After all, she has never been a mom before and she is learning to cope with a new body and a new title all while making sure she doesn't fail.  It is encouraging to her that everyone is bubbling over with joy at the sight of her new miniature human and that the baby gets showered with endless love and care.  Any question directed to a new mom usually centers around how the baby is doing at night or how the baby is eating.  Routine is dictated by the little one as well.  I know new moms love talking about the milestones their little ones achieve (because I love talking about it), but from time to time, a new mom might start to question her purpose, her meaning, and she may start to wonder if people are at all interested in her well-being anymore.  I'm not saying these things because I desire attention or want to make anyone feel bad.  People mean well and new moms can be overly sensitive (or at least I can be overly sensitive and dwell on harmless comments).  I get that, I have been there, and I am still currently walking through this; however, it means quite a lot when people genuinely take interest in how the new mom is handling the new life, how her marriage is being strengthened through motherhood, and how she is growing in her relationship with Christ through this new season.  When a new mom is able to express things other than sleep schedule and breast feeding, you will see new feelings and raw emotions that were otherwise hidden.  If you haven't taken the time to talk to a new mom about how she is doing, do it, you might be surprised at her struggles and her victories.

I have put together a list of the "10 new mom must-haves."  If you know a brand new mom, I have a feeling she would appreciate these sweet sentiments and possibly shed a tears of gratitude (because I have done that very thing).  New moms, feel free to chime in with your own ideas.  These would be great to bring to a baby shower, a postpartum hospital visit, or a home visit.



1. Ask if she needs anything picked up from the store ($-$$)
If there is one thing a new mom does not have anymore, it is a spare moment.  A new mom probably won't ask for help with small tasks because she doesn't want to inconvenience you.  Just tell her you are out around town and are swinging by the store to pick up a few things and wondered if she needed anything.  She might say no, and that's okay.  The fact that you reached out and offered will mean the world to her. Maybe just bring by one of the below items if you feel like wowing your friend.

2. Starbucks gift card with a new mug ($$)
Every human can appreciate caffeine, especially a new mom running on broken hours of sleep.  Fancy it up with a new mug or a bag of coffee for the house.

3. Silver bar necklace with name engraved ($$$)
Want to make a new mom cry?  Get her a silver bar necklace with the name of her child.  She won't take it off.  Click HERE to get yours.



4. Gift card to her favorite clothing store ($$)
Moms really want to feel good in their new body.  It takes a while for a new mom to love the skin she is in, but maybe a new shirt or new jeans will help her make the transition.

5. Victoria's secret house slippers and eye mask ($$)
New moms are going to spend a great deal of time at home for the first few weeks.  Receiving fuzzy house slippers is an unexpected happy and will keep her warm when the house is cooler for baby.  Eye mask will provide extra darkness so when she is asleep, she stays asleep until the baby needs her.

6. Creative journal with sharpie pens ($)
A new journal may help the new, tired mom stay focused and in the Word.  It is very easy to neglect quiet times in the first few months because new mom is extremely tired and any free time she does have, she will want to spend it resting.  Don't underestimate the power of a cute journal and new pens.



7. Loose leaf mother's milk tea, a bottle of honey, and a brew basket ($)
A new mom who is breast feeding will surely appreciate this thoughtful surprise.  Milk supply varies will every woman, but this tea will help guarantee a little more supply than initially expected.



8. Comfy and sexy panties ($)
All a girl wants is to feel sexy after giving birth and bleeding for a month.  New panties might honestly make her cry.  Just make sure you get the right size so she feels like she can conquer the world.

9. Printed photos of baby for office ($)
If new mom is planning to return to work, it might be a hard transition.  She may have fears about who she is leaving baby with for the day or just might not want to be at work at all.  Printing out a picture or two of the sweet baby for her to take to work will provide a level of comfort only she will understand.  Spice it up with a fun frame.

10. Lavender bubble bath salts with a bath pillow and candle ($)
As much as baby has cried within the first few months, a new mom probably could fill a jar with her tears.  It's a rollercoaster that with stretch emotions thin.  Give her an excuse to dive into the bathtub and relax with a candlelit bath.




Do you have any other ideas as to what might help a new mom feel loved and comfortable in her new skin?  Comment below.

My Needs and A Screaming Child

12.27.2015 |

I love Christmas break for so many reasons: a chance to specifically focus on Christ and the glory of the cross, time off work, cozying up with family, typically an opportunity to roll in snow, and an excuse to ingest too many cups of coffee (but does one really need an excuse for that???)

I currently have the latest holiday blend in a festive mug.  It makes even the sleepless of nights cozy and warm and peaceful.  Grab a cup of your favorite brew and let's dig into a hard life lesson together.



I was listening to the radio the other day and the radio host asked a rhetorical question for anyone who has been loving for at least a day.

"Have you ever heard a screaming child in a store or perhaps on an airplane?"

In my mind I am thinking, "or right in your own backseat?" You see, my sweet child was screaming his head off all morning for what reason is still amiss.  On our way to church, he was still crying and there was nothing I could do.  I felt helpless.  So when this question was uttered, I scoffed and had a sour attitude.

The radio host continued.

"A baby just wants to have its needs met.  As adults we are no different."  I just smiled, almost shedding a tear in realization to where the host was heading.

He was right.  My adorable however fussy child just wanted to have his needs met and the only way he can communicate that is by opening his adorable little mouth and letting out a gargantuan cry.

I want to focus on the later part of what the radio host said.

"As adults, we are no different".

My desire at that time was to have peace and quite, was to not want to cry out of feeling defeated as a mother, was to comfort my baby, was to not be in a crabby mood, was to actually get more than 2 or 3 hours of continuous sleep.

I, in the instant of hearing the radio, had one of those life-flashes-before-your-eyes kinda ordeals.  I was thinking of all the times all I wanted was to just have my needs met and I pouted or even threw a big girl temper tantrum when things didn't seem to be aligning with what I thought I needed: first break up of my life, my parents advising me to not go to University of Kentucky, being plagued by multiple injuries during my collegiate track career at Mississippi State, a friend group excluding me from activities and events, and even finding out I as pregnant (full story).  There have been so many, way more than mentioned, times that I felt as if my needs were not being met.

That is where I went wrong though, "...times that I felt as if my needs were not met." 

The most wonderful thing is that God knows exactly what I need: I needed to hear my infant cry; I needed to get out of a fruitless, Godless relationship; I needed to go to Mississippi State University and avoid Kentucky; I needed to go through 6 major injuries in college; I needed a peer group to exclude me from deviant activities; I needed to have a baby.  There are so many more back stories to each of these needs, but what is so cool is that God provided each opportunity and gave me exactly what I needed, even if it wasn't what I wanted at the time.  What is even cooler is that through each of these occurrences is that God was sweetly drawing me nearer to him.  He was pruning me aggressively: removing what isn't needed and providing what is.

While my baby is truly communicating through crying that he needs something, it is now a vivid (and loud and clear) reminder to me that when I start to throw a fit because things aren't really working out the way that I envisioned or desired, that God is actually working out and providing for what I truly need in order to draw nearer to him and look more like him each day.