nevermind...i was typing - almost done - and my 4 y/o came in and pushed the delete button. it's all gone. sigh. don't have it in me to retype right now.
raw mommyhood.
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A blog created for my own sanity. If you've accidentally happened upon it, feel free to stay for a cup of tea...or, realistically (because I'm not a tea drinker) a cold Dr. Pepper. Definitely.
Welcome!
There are so many times when I feel things as a Mom that I wonder "Does anyone else feel this way?" This leads me to googling different aspects of motherhood, usually things like "angry mommy, cranky mommy, etc." It's sometimes hard to find things written by other mothers that mirror my emotions, so I thought, hey, what the heck, I'd start a blog. Maybe it'll only help me as I vent, or maybe at least one other person will read it and go "yeah, that's me!" and we can walk on, each of us refreshed, knowing that we're not alone in this.
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
--Christopher Marlowe1599
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
--Christopher Marlowe1599
There's a wideness in God's mercy
I cannot find in my own,
And He keeps His fire burning
to melt this heart of stone.
Keeps me aching with a yearning,
Keeps me glad to have been caught
in the reckless, raging fury
that they call the Love of God.
...Joy & sorrow are this ocean
and in their every ebb & flow
now the Lord a door has opened
that all hell could never close.
Here I'm tested and made worthy,
tossed about, but lifted up
in the reckless, raging fury
that they call the love of God.
-- Rich Mullins
I cannot find in my own,
And He keeps His fire burning
to melt this heart of stone.
Keeps me aching with a yearning,
Keeps me glad to have been caught
in the reckless, raging fury
that they call the Love of God.
...Joy & sorrow are this ocean
and in their every ebb & flow
now the Lord a door has opened
that all hell could never close.
Here I'm tested and made worthy,
tossed about, but lifted up
in the reckless, raging fury
that they call the love of God.
-- Rich Mullins
About Me
- Erin
- Mom of five young children, ages 9, 7, 4, 3, and 1, trying to live life, love Jesus, and love others (especially my kids!) somewhere in the southern United States.
Jesus, be the centre
Be my source, be my light
Jesus
Jesus, be the centre
Be my hope, be my song
Jesus
Be the fire in my heart
Be the wind in these sails
Be the reason that I live
Jesus, Jesus
Jesus, be my vision
Be my path, be my guide
Jesus
Be the fire in my heart
Be the wind in these sails
Be the reason that I live
Jesus, Jesus
-Michael Frye
Be my source, be my light
Jesus
Jesus, be the centre
Be my hope, be my song
Jesus
Be the fire in my heart
Be the wind in these sails
Be the reason that I live
Jesus, Jesus
Jesus, be my vision
Be my path, be my guide
Jesus
Be the fire in my heart
Be the wind in these sails
Be the reason that I live
Jesus, Jesus
-Michael Frye
"...He leads me beside quiet waters." - Ps. 23: 2
“You saw me wear white by pale candlelight
I said ‘forever’ to what lies ahead
Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream
Too much, it might seem, when it’s 2am.
When I am weak, unable to speak,
Still I will call You by name.
‘Oh, Shepherd, Savior, Pasture-maker,
Hold on to my hand,’ and You say ‘I am’.”
-- I Am/Nichole Nordeman
I said ‘forever’ to what lies ahead
Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream
Too much, it might seem, when it’s 2am.
When I am weak, unable to speak,
Still I will call You by name.
‘Oh, Shepherd, Savior, Pasture-maker,
Hold on to my hand,’ and You say ‘I am’.”
-- I Am/Nichole Nordeman
He leadeth me, O blessèd thought! O words with heav’nly comfort fraught! Whate’er I do, where’er I be, still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me. He leadeth me, He leadeth me, By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful followerI would be, For by His hand He leadeth me.
-- Joseph H. Gillmore, 1862
-- Joseph H. Gillmore, 1862
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