Dear Weary Mom {A Word Of Encouragement}

A word of encouragement

A word of encouragement

Dear weary Mom,

I thought of you at 1AM when my youngest woke to the low and long rumbling thunder. When she came back in my room the second time, just 20 minutes later, I yawned and sighed heavy in the dark and knew I probably wasn’t alone. Maybe you were up too, nursing your baby, or changing a wet bed. Maybe you were smoothing out fears one tender stroke across a sweaty toddler forehead at a time, in the dark, while your bones ached for the comfort of your own bed.

I stated to write this letter to you in my head this morning, while my children roared and spun their way through the massive aisles at the bog box store. I wanted to disappear between the giant racks when they yelped and howled as if they were outside, despite my constant not so friendly pleas for them to shush.

I suppose it did feel a bit like the outdoors, what, with the birds fluttering between the rafters and all.

I thought of all my weary mom companions as I loaded gigantic groceries and 4 squirmy children into the hot van, and then as they all wanted food and drinks and … they always have needs, don’t they?–and it can get tiresome, serving all day, doesn’t it? I know. I’m weary too.

And just so you know, admitting weariness in mothering is not the same as complaining. (It really isn’t.)

But you know last night, as I tucked my oldest into bed, he asked me about the book of Matthew, he wanted to know what a certain scripture meant, and what I read was for me, as I hung there on the ladder of his bunk, so tired and eager to shut down for the night:

  “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.“Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS.“For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

It’s true, some days I’m so worn out, I wonder how I will make it from lunch until bed time. Some days, I’m weary from sun-up, and those days are hard, right? Those are the days I’d rather forget, when I am not my nicest, when I feed them chips for lunch and send them outside just so I can breathe. I feel guilt for all those poor parenting moments, and I hold all of my weariness in my arms until I cannot carry it.

When I finally spill, it’s ugly and I was reminded last night that I don’t have to carry this on my own. Jesus calls the weary and heavy laden. What mother can say she is never weary in her efforts to raise a child? Jesus calls us to himself, and I collapse in His arms again and again, seeking rest for my soul. He is my sanctuary when it all piles up on top of me, and it’s such grace!

Take it to Him, weary Mom. Don’t try to carry it all by yourself. You don’t have to. Isn’t that encouraging? In Christ, we will find rest for our souls.

 

Love from my crazy house to yours,

Kris

 

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Stitch Fix, A Story And A New Book For You

Stitch Fix Score

Two things before you read this post: first, I don’t normally write about clothing, but the love of fashion is actually a pretty significant part of my personal story, so if this post catches you off guard, bare with me. Second, the images of me in this post are poor quality. I’m sorry. It is almost impossible to take decent photos of yourself in a dirty mirror. Forgive my laziness for not dragging out the REAL camera and tripod. I hope we can still be friends.

Stitch Fix

These goodies were all in my latest Stitch Fix box. You get 5 items in each fix. (not pictured are the black leggings that were also in this shipment)

In high School, the inside of my closet was wallpapered with pages torn from between the covers of Mademoiselle, Vogue, Marie Claire, Elle and Glamour Magazines. When I met the boy who would become my husband, I was taking a fashion merchandising class. New York was in my sights. I wanted to go to Parsons’s School For Design.

However, this was not to be. I never even applied to Parsons and I’ve only briefly driven into New York–to a junk yard–to collect a used transmission off of a decaying BMW.

Anyway. 

Rather than a design degree, I hold a B.A. in Humanities, with a special focus in literature, religion and anthropology.

*Yawn* I almost fell asleep typing that.

I’m kidding, a little–I loved the research and discussion that I enjoyed while earning my degree. But let’s be honest, it doesn’t sound as exciting as Fashion Designer.

The point is, while I loved (LOVE) fashion, God had other plans for me, and in a wild twist of providence, I followed His leading to a small, private, fundamental Christian college where young women wore all variety of figure-hiding jumper dresses, hitting tragically at mid-calf. Nothing above the knee was permitted and my neon-blue fish-net stockings nearly served as my expulsion from said school. Oh the irony.

For one very long semester I attended a school where caring about fashion was considered a grievous sin, and strict boundary lines were drawn regarding appropriate attire. (A bit of this story will be published in the forthcoming book, Soul Bare yet to be titled, from Civitas Press–stay tuned).

Fast forward many years, and a handful of children, a new-fangled body thanks to growing and nursing these four little people, and my love of words overtook my love of fashion. Clothes shopping became a whole new level of challenging as my own body has been a great number of sizes over the last 13 years. I knew a long time ago, fashion would not be my industry. I’m at peace with that. But, I am still me, and I still love clothes. A lot.

However, clothes shopping with 4 kids in tow? Not so much. I recall the day my middle son (he was 2 at the time) looked at me in the dressing room  and said, “Mommy, your legs are BIG“. Have mercy.

A New Way to shop

Meet Stitch Fix. Stitch Fix is like having a personal shopper, and delivery service all rolled into one. It’s so ridiculously easy (and fun) to use. And you can try clothes on in the privacy of your own home. Behind locked doors. Away from your kids critical brutally honest observations. Hallelujah.

Stitch Fix

Ugly sweater

My initial reaction to this sweater was “no way”. But being a good sport, I tried it on anyway. Hippy girls such as myself, should abstain from wearing horizontal stripes that fall right at hip-level. Also–when I stretched my arms out, I had bat-wings in this thing. Needless to say, it went back.

Here’s how simple it is to try Stitch Fix out:

  • Create an account
  • Complete your style profile (be honest, this is really important)
  • Schedule your fix
  • Wait for your fix to arrive
  • Try everything on–you’ll get 5 items (even the things you may think are not right for you)
  • Pick what you want to keep
  • Complete your order online
  • Send back the items you don’t want ( They provide the bag and FREE return shipping!)
Surprise dress

I was super-excited to receive a dress in my fix. I can’t tell you how much I adore dresses. And this one, well, it was a complete surprise. I am certain had I seen it in a store, I’d have walked right past it. This is the item I kept from this fix. WOOHOO!

I’ve tried Stitch Fix twice now and have been very happy with the quality and variety of items received. After my first fix, I went back into my style profile to tweak it a bit, and my second fix was even better than my first. Another bonus, you can schedule a fix whenever you want–no long term commitments of contracts! (Please read the FAQ section on their site so that you fully understand how the process works)

Stitch Fix Score

Score!

Wait a minute…One More Resource

Embracing Beauty

Now, real quick, before you go fill out that style profile, my friend, Trina Holden, has just released a book, Embracing Beauty, which deals specifically with the challenges of dressing the ever changing figure of women in their child-bearing years. Trina speaks truth and grace to women of all shapes and sizes. Whatever season you’re in, Trina offers helpful and encouraging insight into embracing your personal style, and all to the glory of God. Her humor and candor make this book an enjoyable, must-read for all women. PS: After reading this book I went straight to the thrift store in search of a good tunic. Sadly, I struck out. What on earth am I talking about? Read the book.

And an added bonus, Lisa-Jo wrote the forward. I know, right? Amazing.

I read Trina’s book in one evening and really truly loved it.

 

 *This post contains affiliate links. I received a free copy of this book for the purpose of my review. I loved it.  

 

The Tempering Of Motherhood {Joyful Mothering}

When the week piled up on me, and Friday rolled around I’d not once made it out of bed to exercise. I’ts been months (oh, how that makes me cringe) since I’ve run and I can tell in every ugly way that my routine has gone slack. Friday morning before the sun and birds, I hear (and ignore) the 5AM alarm.

I have a hundred reasons why I choose sleep over sweat and the bed is warm–the house, still quiet. There’s no pausing this day, but with the covers piled up over top my face I stave it off a bit longer, and drift in and out of dreams for the next hour and a half….

I’m over at Christin’s place today, telling part of my story, come finish reading over there.

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