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Grace: Mom Grace…


That kid…she’s pretty cool…most days (we all have our moments, right?!)

She calls me mom.
We call her Olivia, Livi, Liv, Livi Grace, and “The Giggler.”

She’s almost always smiling.
Everyone comments about her giggle (hence the nickname “The Giggler”)

She loves school.
She loves to read.
She loves that she can tie her shoes.
She loves her teacher.
She loves getting on purple (the best behavior color).
She LOVES art.

She loves to color, draw, paint, craft, use scissors, make messes, and not clean up!

She loves her brothers (aka “Stinky” and “Smelly”) sometimes.
She loves her friends.
She loves soccer.

She has her own “style.”
She loves bags, paper, pens, stickers (she gets that from me!).

That kid is full of energy, joy, and fun. She makes me laugh daily. And best of all, she calls me mom.

But some days, I let myself go there…you know the place…that ugly place where I feel sorry for her that she *has* to call me mom. That place where I think she got “the short end of the stick,” “the raw end of the deal,” etc.

Why do I do that?
Why do we, as moms, do that?
Why do we beat ourselves up when we don’t feel we are up to par?

That picture up there…that was from last week. The kids had silly hat day and together, Olivia and I came up with a crown, covered in shiny owls, shamrocks, gold washi tape, and more. She loved it! She called herself the “Cloverleaf Queen.” And of course, we captured the moment with a photo. I was the best mom ever!

For weeks now, all I have heard her talk about is Letterland day. She had this grand plan to be “Golden Girl.” She was excited, I was excited…but being me, human that is, I completely forgot about Letterland day. I even had a reminder from a friend just a few days ago, and still, this morning my little sunshine, my “Golden Girl,” headed off to school in her normal “style” without a pretty “G” or anything fancy and “golden” going on.

It was a mom fail.
Fail #2,345,678 or something like that.
The two boys ahead of her racked in most of those mom fails.

Being blessing #3 has it’s ups and downs. The fact that she is THE GIRL, gets her bonus points…especially after two boys. I never cared much for pink and purple until I was sooooooo tired of blue and red. That girl…yep, her room is PINK AND PURPLE (and I love it)!

And being THE GIRL who also loves art and crafty stuff gets her more bonus points with me because I love those things too! We work on our planners together. We color together. She crafts while I draw or read. It’s a wonderful life. Ahh, bliss!

Then there’s the part where I’m so over the whole mom thing, like PTO/PTA, classroom helper, snack provider, etc. See the boys got the best of it. Actually blessing #1 got the most because way back then, I was even on the PTA with a title and all (don’t remember my title now…I’ve blocked those memories…or they were just that long ago, LOL!). Blessing #2 got a few classroom party visits from mom, a couple of birthday lunches here and there, and the occasional cool points for dress up days. Blessing #3…well, I thought that because she’s THE GIRL and the fact there’s no babies on her heels, I’d be the coolest mom with her…you know, the one that’s always around, always helping, always seen, always available, always perfect?!

Well, guess what…that perfect mom DOES NOT EXIST!

You can argue with me on that, but I am 99.9% sure that mom is nowhere to be found. If you are her, then come give me lessons! Otherwise, stand back, smile, and give me grace! I’ll do the same for you!

Grace is a hot topic in this house lately. See I’m teaching a Bible study on Grace…but you know what? I think it’s really the other way around. It’s teaching me…God’s teaching me. God knows I’m stubborn…so stubborn. And He has to drill things home for me to get them. He knows I’m much more likely to teach others than to teach myself but by teaching others, He teaches me way more than I ever imagined I needed to know. So, He’s teaching me grace.

And today, I’m giving myself “Mom Grace.”

My girl was not “Golden Girl.”
I slept in (and enjoyed it).
It didn’t even cross my mind.
She will survive.
I’ll tell her, “You’ll always be my golden girl.”

And I’ll tell her, “I’m sorry.”
I’ll tell her, “I love you!”
I’ll ask her to extend grace.

And when I see other mom fails, I’ll remember this day…and I’ll extend “Mom Grace” to them!

Take it easy on you…this whole being a mom thing is tough. Don’t compare because there’s not a single other mother out there doing a better job than you! Just ask your kiddos! (but catch them on a good day and preferably not during puberty or the teenage years…because their brains don’t function properly at that point and you most likely will not get the right answer. Catch them before they’re a tween or after they’ve got their own kids!).

Grace, people. Grace! Today, extend mom grace!



31 Days of Grace | Day 1 – My Grace

It’s that time of year again!

What time is that, you ask?

Why it’s Nester time of course ;)  Last year, I attempted my first run at 31 Days of blogging encouraged by The Nester.  I made about 17 days.  You can find them here.

This year, I’m trying again.  A quick little prayer from you all might help a girl who sometimes often fails to follow through with long term commitments.  Yes, I do consider 31 days long term when it’s every.single.day ;)

Moving right along, The Nester encourages bloggers to choose one topic and write about it every day for the 31 days of October.  This year, I hope you’ll join me through the month of October.  My choice topic this year is … Grace!

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I’ll add the links here on this page as I post them :)
[Scroll to the bottom of this post to view the links for all the 2013 days]

And for my first post in this series, I want to share with you, my Grace…

She’s a little over three feet tall, and barely tips the scale above thirty pounds.  She’s beautiful inside and out.  She’s full of spirit, joy and spunk.

Her name is Olivia Grace.

We knew her middle name would be Grace long before we ever knew she’d even be a part of our lives.  We knew over nine years ago, when we found out were were pregnant with our second child.  We had decided if it was a boy, he’d be Caleb James.  If it was a girl, she’d be Sarah Grace.  Caleb James joined our family that year in September.  Our hearts were instantly in love with that precious little boy.  His big brother, Noah, gleamed at the sight of his new baby brother.  He was proud.  Life was good.

It wasn’t long though before I knew our family was still incomplete.  We had struggled with infertility already so this time, we were determined to try again right away for a third child.  After a year, sadness set in.  After two years, hope was almost gone.  After three years, I had given up.  I moved on.  Still, a part of me ached for the missing piece in our puzzle.

One night, I had a dream, one of those so real you can’t believe it was a dream.  It will filled with emotions and love.  In the dream, I gave birth to a baby girl who came with a name, Olivia.  Later in the dream, she aged right along with my boys.  I saw her riding in a shopping cart with the cutest little pigtails and the boys were walking along side her.  When I woke up and told the hubby about this dream, he said, “Well, that settles it, when we have our little girl, we’ll call her Olivia Grace.”

There was never a question of her name, only of when we’d finally get to meet her.  Many times I cried out to God that if we weren’t meant to have another child, he would take away those desires.  I begged Him to give me peace with it all but those prayers weren’t answered.  Now I realize it’s because He wasn’t done with our family but it was in His time that we would meet our precious little girl.  Five years and two months after we were blessed with Caleb, Olivia Grace entered our world.


I write more about her than the boys, probably because I have done the most growing since our family has been complete (or perhaps it’s because she’s the baby of the family, or because she’s the only girl).  In the past few years, God has completely changed my world.  I definitely have peace now that our family is complete.  I am able to see the many ways God has orchestrated things in my life, for good, for His glory.

As I mentioned, we chose Olivia because of the dream I had.  Some might say it was just a dream, but in my heart, I believe that was God’s way of telling me that someday, I would meet that little girl and that was her name.  Grace was Tony’s grandmothers name.  We chose Grace because of her.  As I have grown closer in my relationship with Christ, Olivia Grace’s name carries even more meaning.  She’s a reminder to me of the grace God has given me.  She is my Grace but I can’t wait to share with you, 31 days of God’s grace!

31 Days 2013 | 31 Days of Grace

Day 1 | My Grace
Day 2 | Confident Grace
Day 3 | Grace, I Need You
Day 4 | Wrapped in Grace
Day 5 | What If Grace
Day 6 | Redeemed by Grace
Day 7 | Blessings of Grace
Day 8 | Extending Grace
Day 9 | Unchanging Grace
Day 10 | Grace Like Rain
Day 11 | Justified by Grace
Day 12 | Your Grace is Enough
Day 13 | Humble Grace
Day 14 | Sufficient Grace
Day 15 | Full of Grace
Day 16 | Grace Quotes {Part 1}
Day 17 | Grace & Choice
Day 18 | Grace Quotes {Part 2}
Day 19 | Grace with Purpose
Day 20 | His Grace is Bigger
Day 21 | How Sweet the Sound: Amazing Grace
Day 22 | Grace Quotes {Part 3}
Day 23 | God’s Grace
Day 24 | Blessed by Grace
Day 25 | Your Grace Finds Me
Day 26 | Accepting Grace
Day 27 | Songs of Grace
Day 28 | Words of Grace
Day 29 | Verses on Grace
Day 30 | Sisters with Grace
Day 31 | Daughters by Grace


Hand in hand…


The moment she came into the world, there was a look upon his face.




You could see it in his eyes.  He would never be the same.

Today, she is three and three quarters.  For almost four years, she has had his heart. 

As the other woman, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

For years, I longed to see this side of him.  With our two boys, he’s been firm and rightly so.  It’s rules and sticking to them.  It’s simply less tender.  I ached to see this gentle side, one I had seen in other dads with little girls but one I had never experienced because my own father left before I was born.

She giggles.  He grins.

She tickles.  He jumps.

She dances.  He holds her hand.

She sings.  He’s her biggest fan.

She talks.  He listens.

She snuggles.  His arms embrace her.

She is safe.  She is loved.  She is his little girl.  It’s an amazing sight to see.  It melts my heart over and over again.

They have taught me so much about my own life and my walk with the Lord. 

You see, as he walks hand in hand with her, I realize, God has held my hand many times.  He has walked with me through fires.  He has been there to pick me up.  He’s wiped away my tears.  He’s carried me through the darkness.  He has given me life.

Every time I watch them walk side by side, hand in hand…
When I see him smiling down at her…
When she looks at him with awe…
When he holds her in his arms…
As he protects her and loves her…

It serves as a reminder that everything I’ll ever need in a father is right here waiting for me to reach out and grasp.  He will never let me go.

Colton Dixon “Never Gone”

Jesus never ever left you
Never ever left you, no.
He sees us, even in the darkness
Now you know you’re not alone.

I’m still standing here
No I didn’t disappear
Now the lights are on
See I was never gone
I let go of your hand
To help you understand
With you all along
Oh, I was never gone