Being a mother is like wandering through a maze-- there are so many twists and turns that we often lose our way. As a young mom raising three energetic boys (one with Autism Spectrum Disorder and another with Tourette Syndrome), I can attest to feeling puzzled, helpless, and exhausted. Mama’s Maze is intended to encourage and uplift Christian mothers as we walk together in the ministry of motherhood. Let’s journey together!
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Remembering Who Christmas is Really About
Christmas Holiday is here. We have spent
a lot of time shopping for the perfect gifts for our loved ones. Hoping that, with each gift, they will know how much we love them and care
about them. By now we have probably purchased all of the necessary ingredients
for our Christmas dinner or in my case, made a list of all of the
relatives/friends whose dinners I plan to crash. Christmas is indeed one of my
favorite times of the year.
This year we are
able to enjoy Christmas with both sides of the family and it truly has been a
blessing. Watching the boys excitement about Christmas grow each day has
brought a lot of joy to my face. No gift we give each other can compare to the
memories that we are making at this moment.
But let's ask
ourselves "What, or rather, Who is really important?" In all of our
yuletide festivities, let's not forget that Jesus is the reason for Christmas.
That it is his birth that we celebrate. We celebrate the One who would one day
give his life to deliver us from our sins. Whether you believe his birthday is
actually December 25th or some other day, it does not change the significance
of his birth. I am so grateful for
Christ, the greatest gift to this world.
As you celebrate
this season with your loved ones, enjoy your time together, love each other,
and make memories. But don't forget to
acknowledge the guest of honor, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Hey everyone! Thanks
for stopping by to check out my new blog—Mama's Maze. I am truly excited about
starting this blog. God placed this on my heart a while ago so it is awesome to
see it come to fruition. I have never
done anything like this before, so I am thrilled about venturing
into uncharted territory. Writing is a passion of mine, and I love talking
about the goodness of God. So what
better way to put the two together than in a blog.
How did I come up
with the name Mama's Maze? Well, one day
as I was pondering on what the name of this blog would be, I thought about my experiences as a mother. I mean, after being in the game for five years now, what could I compare motherhood to? After much thought, the word "maze" came to mind. If you have ever been in a maze or
played some type of game that had one, you know it can be challenging,
frustrating, and rewarding if you ever make it through. There are so many twists and turns that it
can be quite overwhelming…
It's been quite a
while since I have posted anything to the blog. Since Joshua was born our life
has been turned upside down and all around. Our lives have changed so much
since my last post, I am still trying to process all of it. So where do I
In September, my
husband and I celebrated our 10 year Anniversary. We decided to throw a party
at a local Thai restaurant with family and friends. It was amazing-- Great food
with great people. It truly was an unforgettable
night. But while we were enjoying the company of our friends, in the back of my
mind I knew that things were about to change. For me, the party felt like a
farewell. I tried not to think about it, but I knew it was coming. See a couple
of days from that night, Jason was scheduled to have an interview with a
company in another state. And I knew…before they even talked…I knew within
myself, our lives were about to change again.
Sure enough, within
a few weeks, an offer had been made to my husband. It was too good …
I can remember
growing up wishing that I had a sister. Yes, I had my brother, but there
was only so much he could understand as a male. And with us being 7 1/2 years
apart, we didn’t have a whole lot in common. When I was really small, I was so
desperate to have a sister, I would pretend that Janet Jackson was my sister!
Ha! Although I was young, I longed for someone to talk to that could understand
me and just be my friend. Well, unfortunately mom and
dad never had any more kids, so that was it. No sisters for me--at least not
However, over the
years, I have come to realize that God had a different plan for me. He brought
several sisters into my life at various points to fill that empty spot in my
heart. Some were only in my life for a season and others are still very much a
part of my life today. And as time has gone on, I have come to appreciate what
real sisterhood looks like.
As women and as
mothers we often need those "sister" relationships. These are t…