Don’t Let Pinterest Replace Your Mom


Let me start off by saying that I love Pinterest. It’s so useful and fun to see other people’s ideas and steal them for my own (insert evil laugh here). But, as any social media website, it also has its downsides. We are losing the knowledge of an older generation of women. How many of us younger women have asked the older and wiser women in our lives to show us how to, say, cook a turkey for Thanksgiving instead of looking it up online? Do you call your mom or other family member or trusted church member to ask for help with cooking/family problems? I see a scary amount of neglect when it comes to scripture’s call for older women in the church to teach the younger women. I am thankful to have had a mother who is always there to teach me to cook my turkey, hem some pants, or decorate my home. I love her for it. She’s the best.

Don’t let some internet site replace the heritage of family recipes that some families are blessed with. Get out some 3by5 cards and head on over to your grandma’s house to copy some of her trusted favorites. Call your mom when you don’t know how to make your pie crust flaky and light. Ask a person before you ask a machine. You will learn so much from those around you. Your children will see you calling up Grandma instead of calling up Pinterest and their respect for her will grow.

That being said, I still think that the internet can be a great tool in learning things about housekeeping, but don’t let it replace the wealth of experience and knowledge you could gain through a conversation with your mother.


Internet Sabbatical–an after-the-fact review

My home has been without internet for the past 10 months. While this put a serious damper on my communication with the outside world, the benefits have been as follows.

-Learning how to entertain myself again. I remember those times as a child when all we had was 10 hours in the car, 6 other people, and our imaginations (pretty much every weekend, actually). While most of the time was spent with my baby boy I did get some time to just rock in the rocking chair and think. So refreshing!

-Spending some wonderful bonding time with my little guy–completely uninterrupted, intentional time.

-Learning how to be a better homemaker–I mean really. With all that time on my hands I had to do something. 🙂

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I chose to go on this electronics fast or something. This was something my husband and I did out of necessity, not choice. It’s just nice to find the upside of going without something I never thought I’d have to go without. I’m super excited to be connected again and hopefully I can use my time online wisely and not let the access take over my homelife.

Glad to be with you all again!


The Joy of Pregnancy


While laying in bed one night (not being able to sleep because of a certain little man moving around inside me), I came up with this analogy: Pregnancy is like an uphill marathon with a gauntlet at the finish line. 

The hard thing for me about pregnancy pain is focus. I can be perfectly focused on the joy of creating new life when I’m not in pain, but when I am feeling those inevitable aches, I loose it. I need to get one thing through my head. Motherhood is not about me. Motherhood is about the child growing inside me. He needs to have a mother who reflects Christ in her joy, even while I’m pregnant. I’m not saying that I can never acknowledge or talk about pain, but my attitude quickly turns sour if I focus on the pain and not the reason for the pain. I must love him above my own comfort. When I think about the baby I will soon hold in my arms, pain melts away and I see his eyes staring into mine. I see those nights when I won’t be able to sleep for more than 2 hours in a row. I see a grown man who may someday have a wife and children of his own.

Bottom line: I can’t be selfish during pregnancy. Selfishness is sin anytime.

I must finish my analogy: Pregnancy is like an uphill marathon with a gauntlet at the finish line, but the hydration of joy keeps me going because I’m running to meet my child.