Called 2 Bow

I have been blessed with amazing friends.   Blessed is a powerful word but I feel like even that is an understatement.   God has gone above and beyond with these friends of mine.   When I had Trey I felt so incredibly alone.   I didn’t have any friends who had kids.   I had no idea what I was doing and daily, sometimes minute by minute, felt way over my head.   When Trey was about 7 months I decided to start a small group at church for young moms.   This is where God answered a desperate plea for connection and worth.   I met a lot of amazing women when I led small groups at church.   I learned so much from each and every one of them.   I appreciate every woman that God placed in those groups.   But there are a select few that stand out to me.   They are my prayer warriors.   They are my tribe.   They are the ones that I can go to with the silly things and the intimate details of life.   They are the ones ...

Any fellow glasses wearers out there?   Yep, I’ve got four eyes. I have contacts but lately I’ve just been wearing my glasses everyday.   On Wednesday I was sitting in small group as our discussion was starting and I noticed my glasses were dirty.   I breathed on them and rubbed them clean on my shirt and placed them back on the bridge of my nose.   But they weren’t clean.   It was like a film was over my eyes.   I kept cleaning them.   I think I cleaned them four times and still could not get them fully clear.   What I noticed was that when I looked straight ahead, I saw that film and when I looked out my peripheral vision, the colors were much brighter.   I even tried to take my glasses off completely to see those bright colors but my vision is naturally blurry, hence the need for glasses.   As all this was going on the discussion on passion was starting.   I felt God whisper to pay attention because what we were discussing an...

The dreaded day has arrived.   My kid crawled out of his crib.   He’s 3 so it was inevitable. Most people are shocked he is still in a crib at 3.   I wasn’t rushing that milestone.   My kid is crazy busy and never stops.   His crib is his safe place.   I always knew that once he was in there, I could relax because he would eventually drop into a deep sleep.   If I put him in a big boy bed, it would be a horrible fight because he would just get out of his room and keep playing (he only sleeps in his crib so if he’s out of it, he’ll just keep playing).   Today it happened.   I realized that it was really quiet in his room so I checked the monitor.   There was no kid in the crib.   I zoomed in- yep still no kid.   Crap.   Eventually I saw him run up to his crib and climb back in (only to climb back out).   I was curious to see where this would lead.   Would he destroy something in his room?   Would he co...

Here we are again.   Grief.   Too soon.   This time I lost my Grammy.   This time the circumstances were a bit easier seeing as she was 91 so she had lived a long, beautiful life.   Last week I got a call from my mother.   She said that her mom who has been on hospice for a month was asking for her.   She felt like she needed to be with her.   I asked if she needed me with her now or at the memorial.   Grammy lives in Pennsylvania so chances are I wouldn’t be able to do both.   I wanted to be there for my mom, to hold her hand as she faced one of the worst things she’d ever have to face- the loss of her mom.   Mom held my hand as I faced the worst – losing my babies.   Love goes both ways.   Thankfully she asked me to come with her.   I spent 6 days in Pennsylvania at my Grammy’s bedside, serving my mom and aunt as they walked this difficult road.   6 days is plenty of time to reflect on my own journey and wh...