• Do Ants Live in Hills… or Hell? 🤔😂

    Middle son: “Do ants live in hills?”

    Me: “What?”

    Middle son: “Do ants live in hills?”

    Me: still confused

    Middle son: “DO ANTS LIVE IN HILLS?”

    Me: “Ohhh. Yes.”

    But I’ll be honest…

    The first three times I thought he was asking:

    “Do ants live in hell?”

    And honestly?

    Some of them probably came from there.

    Especially the ones that invade your kitchen out of nowhere and bite your feet like they’ve got something to prove. 🐜🔥

    Parenting is full of these moments —

    The misheard questions.

    The hilarious misunderstandings.

    The way kids say exactly what they mean, even when you have no idea what they’re talking about.

    But also?

    It reminded me how often we mishear God too.

    He speaks gently. Clearly. Repeatedly.

    And still we say,

    “Wait, what?”

    “Is that really You?”

    “Surely You didn’t mean that…”

    And yet — He doesn’t give up.

    He keeps asking.

    Keeps speaking.

    Keeps guiding us in love.

    John 10:27 says,

    “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.”

    Even when we’re distracted.

    Even when we mishear Him the first (or third) time.

    Even when we think He’s talking about ants and eternal fire. 😅

    He’s patient. He repeats Himself.

    And when we finally do understand — He’s right there, smiling like a good Father.

    💬 What’s something your kid said recently that made you laugh, blink twice, or question your own hearing? I need to know I’m not the only one. 😆👇

    #FaithInTheEveryday #ParentingWithHumor #GodSpeaksClearly

  • You Don’t Have to Be the Calm in the Chaos

    There’s this thing we tell moms.

    “Be the calm in the chaos.”

    Like it’s our job to absorb everyone’s stress, settle every sibling dispute with a serene whisper, and keep a smile while the juice spills again.

    And while I appreciate the sentiment, can I just say… I don’t always have calm to give.

    Sometimes, I’m the chaos too.

    The overwhelmed.

    The overstimulated.

    The on-the-edge-of-tears because someone asked me for one more thing.

    And you know what?

    That doesn’t make me a failure. It makes me human.

    Because the truth is—I was never meant to be the calm.

    Jesus is.

    He’s the Peace I Can’t Create

    He’s the One who calms storms with a word.

    He’s the One who can speak stillness over my spiraling thoughts.

    He’s the One who offers rest not when I finally get it together—but right here, right now, as I am.

    So if today feels loud…

    If the week ahead looks full…

    If you’re already bracing for Monday…

    Let this be your reminder:

    You don’t have to carry it all.

    You don’t have to fix everything.

    You don’t have to be the calm.

    You just have to be held.

    Let Him be the stillness when you’re stretched.

    Let Him be the peace when you’re poured out.

    Let Him be the calm you can lean into—not the standard you’re trying to meet.

    With you in the noise and the grace,

    Lizzie

    Mom of Five, Sunday Sigh-er, and Leaning on Jesus for Monday

  • Mommy Meltdown Monday (And Why Grace Still Wins)

    Today, I lost it.

    Not dramatically.

    Not in a “someone call for backup” kind of way.

    But in that quiet, simmering, “I cannot answer one more question or clean one more thing without crying” kind of way.

    The house was loud.

    The dishes were piled.

    Someone needed a snack again.

    Another one was melting down over a sock that didn’t “feel right.”

    And I just… snapped.

    Yep, it was a full-blown Mommy Meltdown Monday. 🫠

    I raised my voice.

    I shut myself in the bathroom.

    I may or may not have ugly-cried on the toilet.

    And as I sat there, I felt it creep in —

    That mom guilt.

    That whisper: “You should be stronger. You should be more patient. You should be better.”

    But here’s what I’m learning:

    God doesn’t shame us for being human.

    He meets us in it.

    Psalm 34:18 says,

    “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

    And I don’t know about you, but some Mondays?

    My spirit feels pretty crushed.

    But even here — in the mess, in the overwhelm, in the meltdown —

    He is close.

    He doesn’t need me to have it all together.

    He just needs me to come to Him —

    with my empty hands, tired eyes, and open heart.

    So if today’s been a day,

    if you’re counting down the minutes until bedtime,

    if you’re feeling a little (or a lot) undone…

    You’re not alone.

    You’re seen.

    You’re loved.

    And you don’t have to hold it all together for God to hold you.

    💬 If you’ve had a Mommy Meltdown Monday too, tell me: what pushed you over the edge today? Let’s make space for honesty and grace. You’re safe here.

    #MommyMeltdownMonday #FaithInTheMess #GodMeetsMeHere