For a long time, I believed that my worth as a mother hinged on milliliters and ounces. My life revolved around the hum of a machine and the ticking of a clock. I saw my body through a lens of "deficit." If the bottle wasn’t full, I felt empty, creating a cycle where my morning …
Continue reading The Permission Slip: When I Stopped Chasing ‘Enough’
"Growing up, I used to trust my body without question. It had a knack for healing quickly and when necessary, enduring physical pain that most people avoided. From a nearly fatal bike accident, to sprained wrists and ankles, to small accidental burns and scratches. My body handled it all, taking it on with no issues. I trusted that my body could do everything it had been designed to do…"
I’ve been there. The immense pain of feeling like you’re all alone. Like you’ve been abandoned. You pray and plead and seek for the feeling of something. Anything. But God is silent. And you’re confused. Confused why he would leave you feeling like this. Forsaken. I’ve been there many times. Most notably was in my …
Continue reading God’s Timing, Our Growth: Finding Peace in the Unanswered
I was sitting in the foyer of our church, bouncing my baby gently on my knee, when a woman I didn't know approached me. She must have noticed the bottle in my hand, assuming that I could produce milk like any other woman. With a warm but casual tone, she asked, "Do you breastfeed or pump milk for your baby?"