Sparrow and Arrow

Whoa, wait a minute. Has it really been over a year since I last posted to this blog? Wow. I knew it has been a long time, but I didn't realize it had been that long. Well, that's kind of embarrassing... Ok well, anyways... Hello! Welcome back! Or... should you be welcoming me back? I can't believe it has been so long and I truly hate that, but the past is past and new things are happening around here that I cant help but have the hankering to write about! While it may be hard to believe because of my lack of evidence, I really do enjoy writing, like a lot. But my crazy life has just not seemed to allow me much time for that, and left me quite uninspired most days to be honest. I mean, a girl can only write so many posts about how God's grace covers us daily and how His mercies are new every morning am I right? While those are truths I cling to daily, there's really only so much you can say about that. Survivor has become my middle name in the days of newfound mo...

I probably haven't drawn anything since my son was born. I haven't really had much time for drawing, or any other hobby really. And honestly, if I have had time, I feel so sleep deprived and fuzzy-minded that all I want to do is scroll through Instagram or watch YouTube videos. So the other day I decided to give it a try since it had been so long. It used to be that my problem was running out of ideas to draw, now my problem is I have plenty of ideas, but a lack of motivation. The word came to me. Grace. It's been the main theme of my life lately. I mean of course... isn't it for all Christians? Yes, but it has been the main word I speak over my day that gives me peace in these days of new motherhood. I'm exhausted. Grace. I don't have the attention span to read my Bible. Grace. The only prayer I've prayed today is "Thanks God". Grace. I want to say you can't use grace as a crutch, I mean it's definitely not an excuse, but in all tru...

A few years ago if you would have told me I was going to be a mother in a couple years I would have replied "Yeah right!". Because two years ago, I didn't want to be a mother. Looking back now I believe that feeling sprouted from fear of the unknown, but also disbelief. Disbelief that I couldn't be a mother. That I wasn't good enough to parent a child. An ache grew in my stomach. A conviction. I fought the desire to be a mom. I would always focus on the negative side of parenting and focus on all of the things I loved about my life that I didn't want to change. But when God calls you to something that is truly your calling, you can't fight it. You can try, but you won't win. Having interest in the blogosphere, I found women I like to call "blogger moms". I found handfuls of women sharing their stories. They shared openly their about their feelings, their flaws, but also how the glory of God shines so brightly through it all. One blog...