Sare’s Christian Blog Post Recommendations: You Need to Read These!

Sare’s Christian Blog Post Recommendations: You Need to Read These!

Hello Dear Sisters!

As a child of God and a mother, sometimes things feel lonely. Sometimes it feels like there is no one out there experiencing *exactly* what you’re experiencing.

For that reason, I’ve combed the web to find five Christian posts to motivate, inspire, and reassure you.

These Christian blog posts are obviously just a small selection of all the glorious connections you can find. I’ve discovered these lovelies because of their posts on Pinterest.

My goal is to make sure everyone feels like they’ve got a tribe. I might be an introvert, but I’m an introvert who is called to comfort others.

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We may never meet in person to have a cup of tea, but I’ll do my best to share things to help moms in all stages and seasons.

I don’t have all the answers, or all the experiences, but I know there are people out there just like you. Hopefully these posts will bring you–whoever you are–comfort.

From the Christian Blog-o-sphere:

Sare's Christian Blog Post Recommendations: You Need to Read These!

Once you’ve had a chance to read these five Christian blog posts, let me know which one helped you the most. Also, take a moment to leave the author a comment to let them know that their words touched you.

Let’s build a community.

Until next time,

wellofaith

Check out this collection of “Mom Guilt” blog posts from across the web too.

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Scripture Prayer for Moms–Sunday August 11, 2019 With Printable 3×5 Scripture Art

Scripture Prayer for Moms Sunday August 11, 2019

Why A Prayer For Moms?

As a mom, I find myself struggling to be the right kind of role model for my children.

scripture prayer for moms

This is especially true on Sunday mornings as we’re preparing to leave the house for worship.

I’ve discovered in our family, that Sunday mornings are the most stressful for us.

With six people needing to eat and get ready (and one of them coming home from work not long before we need to be pulling out of the driveway), our home is not a haven of peace and tranquility.

To be honest, as we pull out of the drive, I more often than not, have my crabby pants on and spend the fifteen minute drive praying for compassion, grace, and understanding.

I would rather be singing praise music, or chatting with my family, than needing to apologize to each child for my anxiousness and irritability.

To that end, I’ve decided I need a focused plan for keeping more connected to God before joining in fellowship with others at church.

What better way than a prayer from Scripture to return my focus to the One who is in control. Who knows me deeply.

With that in mind, I thought that if I have this struggle, certainly someone else struggles with it too. So, I’m sharing the scripture and the prayer for moms who feel frazzled and out of control.

I pray this will help you this Sunday morning.

You’re not alone, Momma’s.

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Something to Pray

Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in You. Show me the way I should go, for to You I entrust my life.

Psalm 143:8 NIV

Heavenly Father,

This morning while I balance breakfast dishes with dressing babies, let me be reminded of Your unfailing love.

Fill me with wisdom and peace; showing me the way I should go.

My life is Yours, LORD, and I trust in You.

In Your glorious name,

Amen

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For a printable 3×5 of the scripture, click here.

Until next time,

wellofaith
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How I Became an Accidental Co-Sleeper

New Moms Make Mistakes

Nine years ago when I became a mother I never expected to become the kind of mother I am today.

When my eldest was born everything I’d read said to sleep-train. To place my child in a crib in her own room so she could learn to sleep on her own.

She did great, and we never had a problem.

Not So New Moms Make Mistakes Too

When my son was born nearly four years ago we continued on as we always had, but this time there was more difficulty.

He displayed a need for more contact and more connection. Where my eldest slept in the bassinet beside my bed in the hospital, my son wouldn’t sleep without being in my arms.

Sadly, instead of realizing his needs and accommodating them, I stubbornly trudged ahead. I had college classes beginning three weeks after his birth and anxiety clawed at me. How would I manage the requirements of school if he insisted on being held all the time?

It took years to realize this was just another symptom of my on-going battle with anxiety.

Looking back now, I realize how the choices I made then affect our family everyday.

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You Can Teach an Old Mom New Tricks

Last year, when my youngest was born, things were different.

I had drastically changed in the three years since my son was born. The Lord had softened my heart and shined light into the dark corners.

The military base house we live in only has three bedrooms, and the age range is so wide between my children I quickly realized there was no place except our bedroom to place her.

A bassinet was placed on my side of the bed, within quick reach, since we were trying to breastfeed.

After her birth I had severe postpartum anxiety, and holding her in my arms was the only thing that calmed me. Feeling her heart beat, and her breath against my cheek slowed the panic that clawed at me. Often this would lead me to fall asleep, content with holding her, and knowing she was safe in my arms.

Years ago I would have made sure she went to bed in that bassinet and slept in that through the night. I would have loved her, snuggled and fed her, and then put her back to bed.

Like I mentioned, I’m no longer that mother.

Returning her to her bassinet started happening less and less frequently.

One night as I snuggled her beside me, and buried my nose in her downy soft hair, I realized I’d been missing out on something amazing. I had been so concerned about suffocating my babies while I slept, that I had denied us both the love and connection we needed.

I had become a co-sleeping, bed-sharing parent, by accident–or by His design. Something I never would have considered before.

My prayer that night was one of wonder and thanksgiving. The Lord had blessed me with another little girl, and in doing so, had opened my heart to something new.

The More Things Change, the More They Stay the Same

As she has gotten older she has slept in her crib off and on. Each night after she falls asleep between us, we’ll transfer her to her bed. Most nights she will still end up in bed with us again.

Now that she is bigger and takes up quite a bit more space, because she sleeps like I do, our snuggles in bed aren’t always as comfortable or relaxing.

What those nights lack in comfort, they more than make up for by filling my heart with happiness, peace, and the knowledge that the more things change, the more they stay the same.

God has once again changed me. I may be continually sleep deprived, but I’ve got a different kind of connection with my youngest than I ever imagined possible. She is just as independent as her older siblings, but she is happy snuggled against me as she drifts off to sleep.

I’m not sure how things will be as she gets older, but I know this is the path Our Heavenly Father has placed me on.

I will walk it in faith.

Did you co-sleep with your children? What is a memory you enjoy from that time?

Blessings,

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I Am Loved By God, But I Still Have Anxiety, and That’s Okay

Hello Anxiety, My Old Friend

Anxiety can make you feel like you’re all alone in a room full of people, while simultaneously drowning you in wave after wave of everyone else’s needs and wants.

Anxiety

Even having the comfort of a compasionate and loving God, can often get lost in the mire of panic, exhaustion, and worry.

I’m not sure when I first experienced anxiety, but I’m pretty sure I was in elementary school. Possibly as early as first grade. It likely reared up the same time as the pecking order at recess.

I do know, it hasn’t gotten better with time or maturity.

Instead, it ebbs and flows, but never really goes away.

The older I get, the more I notice it in my everyday life.

It is no longer confined to the moments of show-and-tell, reading aloud, class projects, or being called on to answer a question.

Now it is present anytime I have to be around people other than my immediate family. It happens when I know I have to run errands, change my routine, or participate in a social engagement for my children.

Being Anxious Isn’t Confined To “Real Life”

It even happens in online discussion groups in college.

The day I found out my school was moving from chat boxes to video conferencing for our class meetings, I had an epic anxiety attack. I don’t do videos, or anything that requires me to record my voice. At least not voluntarily, or without a whole lot of stress and, you guessed it, anxiety.

Though I pray about it continually, the panic and anxiety rarely disappears completely.

Since the birth of my youngest, what once started out as a moderate inconvience has become something almost debilitating in its occurance.

Sundays have become a struggle, because I’m torn between the need to fellowship and worship the LORD, and the desire to hide away because of the panic squeezing my heart.

Add this anxiety to the SAD that plagues me, and there are many days when the only place I want to be is curled up in bed, under a warm blanket.

This might seem like a good way to spend a day, and it is when it is a choice.

When it isn’t a choice the joy that would normally come with it is missing.

I have faith the LORD will help me through this season of life. He will give me the strength when I am weakest. I just need to remember to give it to Him.

After all, I am only human, yet, He loves me.

Blessings,

Sare