Praises of a Wife and Mommy

  “Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it.” — 1 Corinthians 12:27 (NIV) This week, I have been so overwhelmed with gratitude for my church family. They have been showing us love in action in such a practical and powerful way—by bringing us meals. And not just any meals, but healthier, yummy meals that bless both the body and the soul. Normally, Anthony or I would handle most of the cooking in our busy household. But with both of us recovering from surgeries, meal prep quickly became one of those heavy burdens that felt overwhelming. Having brothers and sisters in Christ step in to fill that need has lifted such a weight off our shoulders. Not only did they feed us, but I also now have some new recipes to add into our family rotation. What a gift! These meals were more than food—they were reminders that we are not walking this road alone. The love and care of our church family has truly been the hands and feet of Jesus to us. “Carry each other’s bur...

  Scripture of the Day “Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.” — 1 John 3:18 (NIV)  This day started with a beautiful surprise— love in action. My 14-year-old son woke up early and went to work on a ramp for me so I could safely get in and out of the house. He made a plan, used power tools, and built it out of scraps we already had—completely free. Watching him do this touched my heart deeply. It was more than a ramp—it was a picture of Jesus in him, serving and loving without being asked. He’s growing into a young man who looks like Christ, and that brought so much encouragement to my mama heart. Later in the day, it was MRI time. A huge thank you to Selah and Abigail for driving me and making sure I got there safely. Having them by my side is such a gift. Now, let’s be real—the MRI experience is not one I’ll soon forget. There are some things I wish they would have told me: It’s loud. Repetitive, mechanical noises that ch...

 Tuesday was Anthony’s turn. His bicep tendon repair surgery was scheduled for the 19th, and Baylee and I were there with him. My own pain was minimal that day, but my nerves were all over the place—especially since the hospital didn’t give many updates while he was in surgery. I had my knee scooter with me, so every now and then I wheeled myself around the waiting area just to ease the tension. After what felt like hours, a nurse finally told us they were almost finished and he would soon be in recovery. Baylee and I decided to step outside for a quick walk/scoot to breathe some fresh air before seeing him. When they finally let me back to recovery, I could tell right away that Anthony wasn’t himself. He was very loopy, his arm and hand completely numb, and his balance was off. A nurse brushed it off with a comment that he wasn’t on anything that strong and “should be fine.” But he wasn’t fine. He was weak and unsteady. My heart ached seeing him like that, and I silently prayed ...