The Blind Woman Who Could See
I have been searching for God. Parched and dry for Him. My mother-heart dried up and broken. Jesus the living water and me a cracked cistern that just can’t seem to hold on to Him. I did what any desperate woman would. I asked for prayer. I had set my eye on that one lady …
Two or Three
I was reminded over the holidays at how different each family is. We each have traditions, habits and our own way of being “us”. So, when you take several families, stick them together in one house with lots of sugary treats, late nights and conflicting rules and value systems, it’s, uhm, challenging. When Jesus spoke …
Life Needs Gravy
When Brenna invited me to guest post on today’s Make Me Smile Monday, it really felt like a blessing! Sometimes blessings come in small, simple gestures we do for each other. I’m a “growing” writer and this invitation was like a big hug saying, go on…I believe in you! It’s these special things we do …
A Better Mom
My journal entry on August 3rd, 2005: “I want desperately to be a better mom.” Six (almost seven) years-and three more babies- later, I still long for this. Somehow it never feels like I’ve reached my mothering goals. I cry tears that tell the tale of a growing mother, an imperfect mother. But, oh! how …
Will You Love Me For Me?
I was talking with another mom recently. It never ceases to amaze me how different we, as moms, are from one another. The way we mother, the way we feel and the way we think. It’s too easy to feel small in light of someone else’s motherhood triumphs or opinions or methods. It made me …
Mad Dash Mom!
Whirlwind days leave me breathless. I am rushing from one thing to another. Speaking to the children fast, faster! Running to the store, the sewing shop, another store. Making a mad dash for home. It threatened to be a disaster. I lose my focus on days like these and stress is waiting to pounce on …
Makes me want to sing!
I forget to sing. I use up my voice all day long, talking about this and that, correcting, encouraging, answering questions and even complaining. But, not singing. Until my little boy began to insist, “sing to me!” These days, at bedtime I go through O-B-E-Y, Jesus Loves Me, Jesus Loves the Little Children, and a …
Orange Double-You’s
My babe is asleep, tucked into our huge, king-sized bed where I will soon be snuggled with him. My teething toddler has finally settled and I’ve wiped his tears of pain running down his cheeks. My teenaged son has gone to bed, a heart being trained for fatherhood, as he cuddled his little brother and …
I Abandon
Motherhood is sure surrender. A nose wiping, diaper changing, teen taming journey of abandoning time, energy and space. My life for another. The ultimate exchange. It’s no wonder it takes determination and perseverance – the kind that gets you through that ten centimeter long road to the meeting of two hearts. And, when feet ache …
Hope for a Mother’s Heart
“Without watchful expectation on our part, what is the sense in waiting on God for help?” Charles H. Spurgeon I was lying there in the ultra-sound room, my heart pounding. I had allowed myself to dream. The warm gel did little to calm my nerves. Could this be the one? Could this be the baby …
Meet the Author
Julie-Anne is a writer, a mom and an advocate. She is raising 6 children with her husband just a hop, skip and a jump away from his family farm in Northern Ontario, Canada. In her spare time, she is a guide to expecting parents by teaching and supporting them in their birth journeys. But, mostly, she spends her time at home cuddling babies, encouraging teens and leaning on the Lord.
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