Welcome to the place of overflowing grace in the midst of messy motherhood.
There are a lot of kids up in here, a lot of noise, and a lot of life. It's raw and real, and often sticky.
But I wouldn't trade it. (Except maybe the sticky part.)
Join me for the journey.  

The Rendering

I pushed open the front door and felt an unnerving emptiness.  No pattering feet rushed to greet me from inside, no jostling elbows pushed me from behind.  I tried to brush away the lonely feeling.  This was, after all, a unique chance to get some cleaning done without my customary “help”.  I couldn’t ignore the opportunity.  But the quiet seemed unnatural. It has been almost two weeks since we packed up the boys and a big mattress and a few days’ worth of clothes in laundry baskets and headed to my parents’ house for a sleepover of unknown proportions.  Call it adventure.  Call it desperation.  Our family has grown large for our quaint little two bedroom house.  I was pregnant with our firs


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