recovering motherhood

Recovery. Family. Faith.

This weekend is a time when families across the world gather together to celebrate Passover, Good Friday, and Easter. As a “gentile” Torah observant Christian (that’s a mouthful!), I have been learning how to observe the Passover according to the Bible and teach it to my children. I relate the story in Exodus to the …

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This is a picture my 6yr old daughter snapped of me breastfeeding my 2yr old son, while heavily pregnant. I love what this picture captures, his smile at me and my joy in him. I also love that my daughter decided to take the photo. But breastfeeding through my 5th pregnancy has been challenging in …

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My faith has been quietly, and slowly growing in strength. I had an experience yesterday that was small yet significant for me. A few years ago I began attending a weekly group with my children called Pathways. It is from an organization that helps individuals and families improve their lives financially. It has been a …

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This is a simple introduction based on Messianic/Hebrew Roots beliefs to Yom Teruah/Feast of Trumpets. Please enjoy and use as you wish. Shalom.   Yom Teruah What is it about? Leviticus 23:24 “Say to the Israelites: ‘On the first day of the seventh month you are to have a day of sabbath rest, a sacred …

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I gave myself a rare treat tonight; a nice hot bath. As a mother of 4 (and counting) taking a bath is an indulgance I don’t often get to enjoy. I was listening to an audio book of the gospel of John, when I noticed the marks all over my body. First, I looked at …

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Our Creator calls us to a life that is not always comfortable. It can be risky. It requires relinquishing a certain amount of control and doing what you know is right instead of what feels safe. You could lose friends. You could cause family members to question your decisions, responsibility, and even your sanity. Because …

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Where does this despair hide itself from the rest of me when life is going smoothly? Does it seep into the corners of my mouth when I smile? Does it retreat into the shadows of my insides? How can it escape notice from the very person it inhabits? Until—a nightmare during sleep opens me up …

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