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  • 🍞 Don’t Lick the Floor After Cinnamon Toast

    🍞 Don’t Lick the Floor After Cinnamon Toast

    By Lizzie @ What Makes My Kid Cry Today

    Real Life. Real Laughs. Real Jesus.

    Psalm 34:8 Devotional

    📖 “O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.” — Psalm 34:8 (KJV)

    💭 Reflection

    The floor had crumbs.

    The toddler had no boundaries.

    And before I could stop him, his little tongue was dangerously close to the kitchen tile where cinnamon toast had once been.

    “Don’t lick the floor!” I yelled—because apparently that’s a real sentence moms have to say now.

    But in that moment, God whispered something to my heart:

    You settle for crumbs, too.

    You reach for what’s easy. You forget you have a seat at My table.

    Oof.

    Because it’s true.

    How often do I chase spiritual crumbs—little boosts of comfort, temporary encouragements, quick fixes—when God is offering me real nourishment?

    How often do I scroll for peace, vent instead of pray, or let busyness be my comfort food?

    Psalm 34:8 says:

    “Taste and see that the Lord is good…”

    It’s not a suggestion to snack.

    It’s an invitation to feast.

    To linger.

    To savor.

    To stop licking crumbs off the floor and start sitting at the King’s table.

    🙏 Prayer

    Jesus,

    I’m sorry for settling.

    For chasing quick comforts when You offer lasting peace.

    Help me hunger for the things that truly fill—Your Word, Your presence, Your truth.

    Let me teach my kids to taste and see Your goodness… not just cinnamon toast.

    Amen.

    💛 Your Encouragement Today:

    God isn’t rationing grace.

    He’s not tossing down crumbs from a distance.

    He’s inviting you—right now—to taste and see that He is good.

    Don’t lick the floor.

    Sit at the table.

    #Psalm348 #DevotionsForMoms #TasteAndSee #FaithInMotherhood #WhatMakesMyKidCryToday #MomLifeDevotional #JesusFeedsMySoul

  • The Babies I Never Got to Hold

    The Babies I Never Got to Hold

    In my 40s, within just six months, I went through two miscarriages.

    The first was a chemical pregnancy — the egg never attached to my uterus. Doctors spoke in medical terms, but to me, it was the beginning of motherhood all over again. I had already loved that baby, even if I only carried the hope of them for a few short days.

    The second loss came differently. My baby stopped growing at 6 weeks, but I didn’t know until my 8-week ultrasound. The screen was silent. No heartbeat. My body carried that baby until 11 weeks. We later did genetic testing, which showed signs of trisomy, likely tied to my age. That gave me an answer, but not comfort. Because to me, this wasn’t just science. This was my baby.

    Even as a mom to five healthy boys, these losses broke me. People often told me, “But you already have children.” And yes, I am endlessly grateful for them. But that doesn’t erase grief. Gratitude and grief can live side by side. I didn’t want a “different pregnancy.” I wanted these babies.

    What made the hardest difference was words. The well-meaning but painful phrases: “At least it was early,” “You can try again,” “It wasn’t meant to be.” Those didn’t help. What did help was when someone simply said: “I’m so sorry. I’m here. Your baby mattered.”

    Healing for me hasn’t meant moving on. It’s meant carrying them differently. Sometimes through journaling, sometimes prayer, sometimes letting myself cry when the grief rises out of nowhere.

    I never got to hold them in my arms, but I hold them in my heart forever.

    To anyone reading this who has walked through pregnancy loss: you are not alone. Your grief is real. Your love is real. And your baby mattered.

    💌 If you’d like to listen to my full story, you can hear this episode on my podcast here: 🎧 The Babies I Never Got to Hold

    And if you’d like to share your story with me, I’d be honored to hear it. You can reach me at whatmakesmykidcrytoday@gmail.com.

    With love,

    Lizzie 💜

  • Jesus Saves. My House? Not So Much.

    Jesus Saves. My House? Not So Much.

    By Lizzie @ What Makes My Kid Cry Today

    Real Life. Real Laughs. Real Jesus.

    Myth: If I clean the house, it will stay clean.

    Spoiler alert:

    That’s a lie.

    A full-blown, fairy tale, HGTV-inspired myth.

    Unless my kids suddenly move out or become Amish and start sweeping after themselves, this house is going to stay clean for approximately 17 seconds.

    💥 Myth Status: BUSTED

    Let’s break it down:

    I mop the floor.

    Someone immediately spills apple juice.

    I vacuum.

    Goldfish crackers mysteriously explode on the carpet.

    I pick up 47 Hot Wheels.

    And in under three minutes, they’ve built a race track down the stairs with masking tape, yarn, and a banana peel.

    🧪 Scientific Observation:

    A clean house with kids is not a lasting achievement.

    It is a rare, short-lived phenomenon—like a solar eclipse or a solo trip to the bathroom.

    📝 Field Notes from a Tired Mom:

    Cleaning with children in the house is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreos. The moment I light a candle and pretend to be at peace, someone pees their pants. If I deep-clean the bathroom, it becomes a mud-wrestling arena within the hour. And why—WHY—do they find crumbs in places they’ve never eaten?

    🙃 Real Talk + Faith Tie-In:

    I used to think a clean house meant I was doing okay.

    That it proved I was “on top of things.” That it made me a good mom.

    But the truth is?

    God doesn’t care about my baseboards.

    He’s not walking into my house to check for crumbs.

    He’s looking for love.

    For grace.

    For the way I speak gently even when I’m stepping on a Lego.

    Clean is nice.

    But a peace-filled home, a present mama, and a whole lot of grace?

    That’s what matters most.

    ✨ Scripture for the Sticky Floors:

    “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth… but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven.”

    — Matthew 6:19–20

    🧽 Final Verdict:

    Myth: If I clean the house, it will stay clean.

    Status: BUSTED.

    (Also probably sticky.)

    💬 Let’s Swap Stories!

    What’s the most ridiculous thing your kid has done to destroy your clean house this week?

    Drop it in the comments so I know I’m not alone in the mess.

    And if you’re reading this while holding a Clorox wipe in one hand and a toddler in the other—

    Take heart.

    You’re not failing.

    You’re just parenting.