Monday, January 25, 2016
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
January 2015, I decided this year would be my year for "Decisions."I wanted to make wise, thought through, calculated and healthy decisions about my life, dreams, family and marriage.
I thought that by deciding to make my decisions this way, I could control the pace at which the situations that called for some decision making came. Did I lose you yet?
I wanted to be in charge of my life again. I wanted to dictate how fast or slow it would go, depending on the speed of the day or week or month and how my family and I were grooving.
I wanted to, in my mind, finally be an adult about the mature decisions I made.
But after 357 days of toiling to form a routine, a process, a grown up adult plan for my life, I've discovered yet another one of life's dirty little secrets:
The adult decision process is exactly the same as a child's. The only thing that changes is the scenario, setting, weight and complexity surrounding the decision.
My two year old and I make decisions the exact same way!
She wants something.
She fights for it.
Someone or something warns her it's not good for her.
She then gets to decide if she will disregard warning for the sake of momentary satisfaction.
Or she gets to decide if she will heed warning and avoid certain heartache.
I want something.
I fights for it.
I then get to decide if I will disregard warning for the sake of momentary satisfaction.
Or I get to decide if I will heed warning and avoid certain heartache.
The only difference is that her decision involves things like a box of cookies or jumping on and off the couch and mine involves situations like whether I'm going to work or stay home after Baby Mo 2 is born. (Ok, sometimes mine involves cookies too.)
Most of us don't blatantly choose the wrong thing. Sometimes we do, but most of the time we want to do what's right, we just don't know what exactly that is. Thus, my lesson for the year:
“All the ways of a man are clean in his own sight, but the Lord weighs the motives.” | Proverbs 16:2
He knows. And I've found myself laughing because of how little I included Him in my decision making process!
It would KILL ME, if I knew Symphony was up against a big decision, like whether she should poop in her pants or in the toilet, and she felt she didn't have permission to ask before making the wrong decision.
I want her to know she can come to me with any question and I will help her see what she should do.
And I'm not even God! Just a mama that loves her more than anything. Just think of how silly it is that God views us in that same vein, times 1,000,000 and yet going to Him first isn't yet in our routine.
I would make decisions and then ask Him,"Did I do that right?" Instead of inquiring before hand and allowing Him to lead me from the beginning.
And it's not this super spiritual "Jesus please send me a note or an angel to tell me what to do."
It's more like, "Hey, I am seeking You. I need help. I don't know what to do and I need you to give me a peace or discomfort if I'm making the right or wrong decision."
"But God is my helper. The Lord keeps me alive!" | Psalm 54:4So 2016, come what may. The crazy, the hustle, the sacrifice, the hidden and the boxes of diapers.
I am not afraid because, yes it took me 300+ days to figure this thing out, but from this point on,
I am seeking God first, on everything.
End of the Year Reading in case you're bored
Monday, November 2, 2015
I've been feeling a little off balance lately.
It could be the fluctuating pregnancy hormones. It could be work responsibilities and struggles. It could be I feel like I haven't had time for my marriage. It could be that I haven't sat and read a book to my kid in who knows how long. It could be that everywhere I look there's more sickness and death and mourning and struggle and loss.
It could be fear. I'm not entirely sure yet.
So this morning, I walked into the office, lit some candles, put on my new favorite chill playlist and started reading.
My only agenda was to be refreshed.
Whenever I'm doing a no agenda Bible read, I usually start with a passage I know will refocus me and then read the chapter before or the chapter after. Or both.
Today, I read before. The passage I started with was a verse I memorized as a child:
"Fear not for I am with you, do not be dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." Isaiah 41:10
As a child, this verse brought me comfort in both dire and silly situations. It is my life line.
So I started there and then read one chapter back. Isaiah 40; a chapter that goes in deep about God's comfort for His people, His promises and how they'll never waiver, and then into His greatness.
It's as if He knows our human minds and tendencies toward doubt and therefore validates Himself, probably unnecessarily, to remind us, again, who He is.
I read verse one. Verse two. Verse three, four, five, six. Verse seven and eight. Nine and ten.
I didn't know what I was looking for. All I asked for was a word. A word that would comfort whatever felt off balance. A word that would remind me of what mattered.
And then verse eleven.
"God will tend His flock like a shepherd, He will gather the lambs in His arms; He will carry them in his bosom and gently lead those that are with young." Isaiah 40:11
Like jumping into a crisp lake on a blazing, humid, hot Summer day, I got my word (words, really) and my soul was refreshed.
Why? I found myself asking. Why do you just show up like that when we ask?
It's simple really, He replied. Because I love you.
He loves us. All of us. He wants us to ask Him and He will give. He wants us to seek Him and He will be found, pouring out love, security, peace and joy in our hearts, minds, and souls.
So Jules, and any other girl, wife, mama, student, woman who needs them, here are your words:
- God is a God of action. He tends, carries, gathers, leads.
- The actions begin with Him. Alone. He initiates movement.
- His people are His responsibility. Not yours. You show up, but He moves them.
- The burden is His. He carries. You support.
- He sees you, young mom of toddlers. He sees your babies and He sees that you have no idea what you're doing. He will teach you. Trust Him again today.
- His mode of operation with His children is gentleness. Always.
My family is taken care of. My work situations are taken care of. My home is taken care of. My friends and family struggling with life and health and love are taken care of. There's no need to fear as long as my eyes and ears are open to how He's asking me to step in.
Anybody else need that today? Just me? Ok :)
"And my God will supply all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:19
Friday, October 23, 2015
"Movements are made of normal people moving."
History, legacy, movements. These are all words we associate with world changers and politicians, pastors or world leaders. Rarely do we name them of ourselves.
But let me tell you. In these photos, are men and women who embody every one of those words.
There is a seasoned generation that have gone before, built up the walls and vehicles by which we move today. And then there are the babies. The newbies, if you will, who are jumping in, head first, to a whirlpool of inspiration, aspiration, ambition and mission.
One generation looking back, reaching out and lifting up the other. That's the Church. That's community. That's legacy.
It's crazy to think that one season could have prepared me for this one. Oh geez, that's a whole other post.
I am so honored to be a small part of what happens once a year (and all the Wednesdays in between) in Austin, Texas. Shine conference has been a catalyst for so many women in this city. I can't wait to see what next year holds.
Jesus give us fresh vision, a fresh wind of ideas and creativity. Give us Your words and Your message, once again.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Thursday, October 1, 2015
You know what time it is: Christmas Music at the Mo's.
It starts tonight. Latte's. Cocoa. Blankets. Socks. Dancing. Sugar cookies. #crapineedtogotothestore
I made a playlist that we'll be starting our season out with, if you care to listen along. It's got a good mix: Colbie, Buble, Sufjan, Amy, Kelly, and an addition from last year, Penatonix.
I'm excited that our girl is getting older and can understand music and dance along with us. It'll be fun to add some of her favorites to this list as the most wonderful time of the year approaches.
Click here to listen to our CHRISTMAS MIX
Our other playlists:
2011, 2012, 2013
Original Photo via
I shared this video with my FB pals and the response had me in tears. From the moment I heard this song, I know women (and men) around the world would resonate so deeply with it. I want to sing it everywhere at all times haha.
As a girl who relied on Jesus to be her Father from a young age and then had a miracle step dad fill the earthly role, this song gets to me.
This beautiful song was originally written and recorded by Housefires.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Dear Parents of Teenagers, we need you to stop freaking out.
I'm not talking about "we" as in the world in general. I'm talking about "we", the parents of toddlers. Little ones we're raising in the world you're posting about going to hell in a hand basket.
Do you remember what it was like to be us? To be young and dumb and yet grasping for any and every book on parenting and discipline and organic food choices?
Do you remember how panicked you were that you'd screw up your kid's nap time routine or that the pacifier would get packed in their high school Jansport?
We're there. Somewhere between mommy shaming and daycare options, organic and non-organic, co-sleeping and crying it out, we need you to turn around, look us square in the eye and tell us this:
It's going to be okay.
Of course that's not a hard fast promise. No one really knows when it's going to not be okay any more, but when you post things about the rapid decline of civilization via gay marriage, Trump's wig taking over the world, porn and pot being experimented with at younger and younger ages, we need you to also communicate what Jesus did: H O P E .
It's true, we need to know the facts. We want to be prepared. Dear sweet Jesus we'd do anything to be prepared. But more than that, we need to know that no matter how dark it may feel in the moment, the world is getting brighter because of parents, God-fearing parents like you.
We need you to show us, not tell us, show us that no circumstance, trend, industry, politics or dating fads can change what Jesus Christ says about us and how He will redeem our world. #fistbump
We need to know you've got our back.
We need to know you're blazing trails ahead of us.
We need to know you're not curled up in a corner around the bend because more than the porn and the pot and the wigs, that is our worst fear.
That someone won't be there to help us out of the ditch when we get stuck or be at the top of the well when we're ready to move on.
I know this may feel like a rant, but trust me when I say it's not. It's a plea, from a young mom who has no idea how to do this parenting thing.
We need you to speak life and hope and power into our parenting.
We need you to cheer us on because I'm not sure we'll make it without you.
If you're new to this space, I usually reserve Mom talk for Thursdays. This isn't a mom blog. But I do blog and I am a mom. So naturally, it leaks through.
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