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You too, can see me on You Tube! Pretty Crazy...

 Coming soon to You Tube Channel  @tabithagoodling5537 - Mom's NOT Crazy.

I will be launching videos to encourage, challenge and embrace moms who feel a little crazy.

The goal here is to be a voice with a face -- someone you can hear. Sometimes folks read social media and blog posts and just don't get the full idea of the heart behind the content. Plus, not all of us are "readers/" Who has time for that when you're a mom? 

I want to deliver you the heart of my ministry as a Christian mom of four. 

I will give you a "love one another, but don't be a doormat" mentality. Love your husband. Love your kids. Love your friends. Love your enemies. (And everyone you want to drop kick. ). 

Do it all no matter how CRAZY other people think you might be! 

Be prepared to laugh, cry, and even scratch your head as I open up about all the momma crazies. There will be special guests occasionally to help us navigate the chaos. 

Please be patient because we are not super professional and tech savvy. This will be very raw as we begin this journey. Pray that God will be honored and that His will is accomplished.

Stay tuned!!!



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