Red Vine Spirituality

Taylor K. Arthur balances Bipolar 1 Disorder, marriage, and motherhood with a nitty-gritty faith inspiring a twisted, blissful life.

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What No One Tells You At Your Baby Shower

Motherhood keeps surprising me. I just relaxed into the routine of summer with kids home full-time lolly gaggin’ around the house and whining bored. I just settled into morning snuggles and afternoon swims, grilled dinners on paper plates after the sun sets to our backs. Now it’s over. And this turning of the seasons from green grass to golden leaves always stings me just a bit. Why? It’s more than just summer being ended or school beginning; a whole season has packed up and left me. We’ve phased in seasons from summer to fall, but as a family, from babies to big boys. And this mama stares change in the face again, to find her way into a new season, to swim the current of motherhood’s phasing. Continue reading

For the Mom Considering Suicide

For the mom considering suicide, please don’t give up. I know what it feels like to be so tired and so desperate that nothing feels more appealing than just not being here anymore. But please listen to me, mama: you are worth saving. You are worth fighting for. Your family is worth fighting for, and they need you to be well so they can be well. So, friend, if you are considering suicide, if you think your family might just be better off with you, this is for you.

Join me over on HealthyPlace today for the rest of For the Mom Considering Suicide.

Upon Our Heart Warrior Going to Kindergarten

Dear Samuel,

You turned five a few short weeks ago. Presenting yourself in my doorway wearing only your Monsters’ University tighty-whities and throwing your hands up in the doorway, you proclaimed, “It’s my berfday!” And, then, you put your hands on your hips and asked, very seriously, “It is my berfday, isn’t it, Mama?” I told you–finally–yes, it was your birthday, after at least 52 days of having to tell you it wasn’t. And I asked you to come crawl in my bed and pretend you were still sleeping, because you’d woken up before I had a chance to make up your customary birthday tray of doughnuts sparkling with birthday candles, a Star Wars birthday balloon, and a pile of tiny packages wrapped up in tiffany blue paper (because I ran out of birthday wrapping paper). You would have to wait patiently in my bed for your birthday breakfast. As I left you, tucked into my bed watching cartoons, and walked down the stairs to arrange your birthday breakfast, I wondered, with tears in my eyes, how we arrived at five years old. Continue reading

Monday Cup: First Thing

Matthew 6:33
But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.

I used to think getting my Bible reading in every day was a lot like taking vitamins. Getting my “God time” was on the to-do list, something I needed to do every day in order to feel good about my life.

But now, somewhere in all of the hard things, I figured out what Jesus was talking about when he said to Martha,

you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her (Luke 10:41-42).

The first thing is not a task. Nor is the first thing an obligation.

The first thing is my right. The first thing is what I was born for.

You see, I am the child of the King. And so are you.

I belong in His arms, at His feet, whispering prayers into his ears first thing. I belong in His presence first thing because this moment face-to-face, cheek-to-cheek, with my Father keeps me connected to His version of my story.

He is my first thing because He reminds me who I am. I remember every day in those moments with Him that my story is much bigger than today’s troubles. My definition is bigger than wife, mother, writer, housekeeper. My definition, my purpose, is eternal.

I am His, first thing.

I’ve stopped looking at morning quiet time as a task to complete. Sometimes I read my Bible, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I sing, and sometimes I cry into my coffee cup. But I say good morning to my Daddy, no matter what.

Because He’s my first thing.

May He be yours.

Sharing this Promised Land Life with You

When life has been hard for a long time, it gets more and more difficult to believe that it can be better. But, we at Red Vine refuse to give into that notion. We believe in the God who brings us through the wilderness, providing all the way, into the Promised Land. We believe we serve a good Father, a Father who works all things together for our good. Our hope for a Promised Land life will not be in vain, and We will behold our Lord in the land of the living, yielding fruit for our labor and rest for our spirits. Continue reading

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