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Continue reading →: Your Life is Worth LivingI don’t know who needs to hear this today, but I want to say it loud and proud for all those sitting in the back: Your life — yes, YOUR life — is worth living. Even when it’s dark. Even when it hurts. Even when it doesn’t make sense. Life…
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Continue reading →: Step of VictoryThese shoes represent a literal step of victory. You see, I bought these shoes at my husband’s old workplace. I hadn’t stepped back inside since his last day. I just couldn’t do it. And honestly, as I approached the doors after almost two years of avoiding it, I still didn’t…
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Continue reading →: This One’s For YouThis one’s for you, babe. The daddy who works his tail off so I can stay home with our babies. The daddy who does the dishes after dinner even when he’s dog tired. The daddy who tucks his girls in tight every single night at bedtime. The daddy who plays…
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Continue reading →: Midnight MeetingsWe’ve officially hit the eighteen month sleep regression, and mamas, I’m tired. Our daughter woke up hysterical last night, and although my hubby initially got up with her (yep, I’ve got a good one!) girlfriend just wouldn’t calm down and she eventually reached for me. And as I held her…
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Continue reading →: The Chores Can WaitI (try to) plan my chores around the baby’s sleep schedule.And boy is it SO easy for me to get frustrated on days she refuses to nap. For instance, today. The only way I could get her to sleep was if I was holding her.And I’m not talking “let’s rock…
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Continue reading →: She Won’t Be Little ForeverThese middle of the night feedings never get easier. She wakes up hungry but doesn’t want to eat. She refuses to burp when you want her to but spits up as soon as you set her down or change positions. You can tell she’s SO tired but of course she…
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Continue reading →: Therapy Is MedicineI’ve been seeing a Christian counselor for the past several months now, and I want to break the stigma that still seems to be so heavy in our society; and honestly, still heavy in me. Therapy. Is. Medicine. This is something I’ve been wrestling with for years. There is something…
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Continue reading →: The Work of Your Hands Matter, MamaIf I told you I swept these floors less than three hours before I took this picture, would you believe me? A mama’s work is never done, is it. I looked down at this pile and thought to myself, “what was the dang point of doing this in the first…
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Continue reading →: The Journey of GriefGrief is a journey. The waves will hit you out of nowhere and without warning. For instance, this dress. I pulled this dress out of my closet a few weeks ago, with hesitation. I needed a nice outfit for a dinner date my hubby had planned, and I knew this…
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Continue reading →: I Cried On The Pantry Floor TodayI cried on the pantry floor today. Motherhood is absolutely exhausting. Like, down to the bones exhausting. And sometimes, well, the exhaustion gets the better of me. And the feelings of failure can seep in deep.The lies of the enemy screaming loud.But mama, God doesn’t want us to stay stuck…
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I’m Skyler…a stay-at-home wife and mama who loves Jesus, coffee, and writing about all things motherhood, marriage, and mental health. I’m passionate about helping other moms overcome anxiety so they can discover their God-given purpose. If you, too, are raising little humans to know Jesus while also questioning your own sanity at times, pull up a seat and stay a while. There’s a spot at my table just for you!
