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I Was an Awesome Coach’s Wife; Then, I Had Kids—And That’s Okay
After wrestling with these lies in increasing measure over the course of these changing seasons, I’ve finally heard the truth so clearly: this is a season. This is a season, and I am still serving, still supporting, just in a very different capacity.
I’m a Mom and a Coach’s Wife—and I’m Still Recovering from Football Season
What can I do instead of clouding my judgment with more mental clutter and endless to do lists? I can breathe. Have grace. Pray, love and be present. If it takes me 4 months to get my house in order following the season, then let it be. It is easier said than done, I know.
Anxiety Took My Breath Away. Here’s How I Got it Back.
So if my peace is dependent upon my own performance, my own success, my own character, my own children, my own circumstances, then I will NEVER FIND IT. Because none of those things will ever be up to par. None of those things will ever feel ENOUGH.
Hope, Peace, Joy, and Love: The Advent of Waiting on a Baby
My fertility struggles made me feel broken and ashamed. But studying His word closer helped me to realize that God USES broken people time and time again for the biggest stories of the Bible. He can and will use my story now because I experienced the season that I did.
Faith, Family, Journal, Marriage
Infertility Made Me Feel Invisible—So I Want You to Know I See You
Someone who knew this journey as well, hugged me and just held on. And all she said was, “I know.” So here’s a heart hug from me to you ... I know.
To the Wife Held Captive by “What If”
When we are focused on ourselves, when we are delighting in our pity party (queen of that right here), when we are doubting our influence in our families and our careers (or husband’s career)—we are letting Satan win. We are NOT out there encouraging others. We are NOT spreading the gospel. We ...
To the coach’s wife in the trenches: this stuff is hard for him, too
Then there are nights when he rushes in the house as if he is on fire and asks if the kids are awake. When I say no his face drops and the disappointed is written all over him.
Dear Son, You Don’t Have to Play Football
Your dad and I will be your biggest cheerleaders no matter what you do and no matter where life takes you. We love you more than you will ever know, and nothing will ever change that.
We’re Heading Into Our Second Sport, and I’m Calling Out an SOS.
After two and a half hours of a screaming baby (who never fusses) and three other littles who weren’t following any instructions (because who wants to follow those once you are home from school), I needed a sub. I sent out my SOS text. It was met with a call.
All I Really Need to Know About Parenting, I Learned From a High School Football Coach
#4."Love rules. The purpose of discipline isn't to punish but to correct."
12 Tips for Surviving the Season with a Baby
Don't feel like you can't miss a game.
Guilt about missing a game is a real thing. I get it. I hate missing a game too. Being a coaching family is our life, and I feel like I am not supporting my coach if I miss a game. Here's the thing though, sometimes it's just too much. Some days, you ...