Mom's NOT crazy

 My story on infertility, pregnancy with triplets, and work at a local pregnancy center are featured on Choose Life Radio this week.  Go to www.chooseliferadio.com and look me up in the podcasts.  I had the privilege of interviewing the host, Jill Taylor, last fall for Pregnancy Help News. After the interview she learned I had triplets and asked me to be a guest on the show. It was very humbling. However, I will tell you that the bio of me on the website makes me uncomfortable. It says I am a freelancer who gets what she wants. That’s not true.  I get what God wants for me. Even so, it’s a blessing that people across the country hear our little story. I hope you are blessed. My goal is for my stories to bring encouragement and hope.  I’m not sure how long I will keep blogging, but I pray some mom feels like she is NOT crazy after reading my  input in each post. 

 Mommas, I am not going to lie. Days, weeks, months have been rough for my crew recently.  Car trouble. Accidents. Expenses. Sickness. Anxiety. Unmet expectations.  We are all seated together in this dry space begging for showers of blessing and then sweet sunshine.  Today I had a moment where I received an answer to prayer that I had forgotten I had prayed.It wasn't a prayer for a child or anyone else in my family. It was unrelated to all of our issues that have been dragging us down into that underground space. It was a very simple prayer for a client. It wasn't even a prayer that they come to Jesus (although I am STILL praying for that!). It was very simple. I will not share the specifics of that prayer, but God answered in a way that gave me great joy in seeing it unfold. We often get consumed in life with all of the negative things we are facing. If we believe in God, we pray very hard about these matters. If we trust Jesus, we pray repetetively that His will be done (and

I have a job where I teach parenting classes. I teach relationship classes. And some days I really believe that I suck at both areas. Without going into details, I have had a rotten two to three weeks. I am a sensitive person (which I truly dislike about myself). So when everything dumps on me, I eventually melt down. The more it rains on me, the more times I melt.  My oldest daughter has a list in her locker that says "days since I cried." There was time this school year she had zero.  These last few days, I can relate, Zero. Today a doctor asked me, "So how are you?" and without control at all on my part, those stupid tears came into my eyes. My bottom lip quivered.  "I'm ok," I said. He replied something along the lines that life is hard, I feel like I fail when I melt down in front of my kids. I have had moments the last couple weeks where I get angry and snap out loud about my internal frustrations. I have stomped out of the house in the dark and