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Let’s Get Real: Imperfection Is the New Perfection
We live in a time where online is king and we can pretty much order anything we need at the touch of our finger tips. Most of us have shelter, technology, ongoing Amazon orders to keep the kids busy (sure, …
Munich, MOPS and Lockdown
“Do not leave the house!” I raced over to peer up from my basement window. Had I heard correctly? There it was again. Loudspeakers belted from the streets, warning everyone to stay inside. I shuddered. It felt very “dystopian;” …
The Passover Quarantine
This is an unprecedented time for all of us, and this week as I was talking with God, there were three things that he brought to mind. We are currently in the Easter season, but the interesting thing that happens …
A MOPS Story: the Invitation
Jesus – he was with me all along. A relenting love that was pursuing me my whole life; I just needed to look up and see that it was him. My story starts about 10 years ago. A young woman …
Saying “Yes”
Photo: MOPS Brazil 2019 I was new to the Denver area with a three-year-old and a newborn. My family lived an hour away, but honestly, some days it felt like the moon as I was learning to navigate being a …
Three Tips to Combat Postpartum Depression
PPD can be a sneaky one. You’ve gone from pregnant to not pregnant in the same moment you become the center of the universe for a hot-off-the-presses human. Recovering from childbirth is at best messy; it takes days, weeks, years …
Check on the Mom Wearing Lipstick
Last month the world lost another beautiful woman. She was a wife and mother. She was kind, upbeat, smiling and generous. The preschool moms watched as she ran circles around the rest of us, volunteering, coordinating and simply “making things …
A MOPS Story: One September Morning
I think my baby girl was about 6 weeks old when I first felt the itch to expand our world beyond the hammock in our backyard. While I loved snuggling my sweet newborn, I knew we needed a community. I …
Front Yard Living
At the beginning of the summer, during our daily Quiet Rest Hour, the energy in our house changed. I looked up from my book and felt that it had gone from Quiet Rest “Quiet” to eerily and suspiciously “Quiet.” I …