Author: Margot Marie

In less than 48 hours I’ll be holding our baby boy, our third son, and I am overcome.

Life has been a flurry, have you felt it? I know many of you are feeling that beside me. Every morning for the last two weeks I’ve sat down to write in this space, then I find myself reheating my coffee, swirling my finger in the cream and touching it to my tongue, only to […]

This morning started in quiet glory, then settled quickly into the rhythms many of us know well. Noise, frustrations, the flow of a planned day upended by inconveniences that in the span of it all, don’t even really matter. I found myself filling my cup with more water, thirsting not even for the thing itself, […]

When I look back and see the last time I wrote here, it was before our last hospital visit with Grayson, four days before the world went into staycation mode and the heaviness set in for many of us. Today I am up before the sun, with the sound of the crickets and the birds, […]

This morning I woke up to the sounds of Will’s creaky door opening, listening to see if I’d respond, and then the pitter patter of feet back to his bed. I drifted in and out of sleep and then heard the sweetest song.  I see the moon and the moon sees me,  The moon sees […]

This morning I had a deepening conversation with Jeff. I was saddened, overwhelmed and heavy over yesterday. Over how divisive brokenness can be and over how so many become misunderstood, when really it can be a vessel for unity as lovers of the Lord. And Jeff reminded me, the internet creates quite a lens, a […]

This morning I was ugly mom to my kids. I wanted all the scones and pizza for breakfast and delicious coffee that is so bad on my stomach. I wanted to pay a babysitter to come do a better job then my short temper was doing. I didn’t want to reason with unreasonable toddlers anymore. […]

When it’s gone, it’s gone.  That’s what I told the boys when the water table was finally filled. They like to dump it. Bucket by bucket. Into the holes, “feeding the flowers”, drowning the ants, into their stomach… Thank goodness grace doesn’t work this way, am I right? Sometimes I think there could never be […]

I definitely judged a mom once for saying she was annoyed with her kid. Then this morning my feet flew out the door as fast as they could — after emptying the three year old’s pee and putting my shoes on and kissing my babies goodbye since I knew I’d miss them within ten seconds […]