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
Red Vine Spirituality
Taylor K. Arthur balances Bipolar 1 Disorder, marriage, and motherhood with a nitty-gritty faith inspiring a twisted, blissful life.
Category: Surviving Stillbirth (page 1 of 9)
I should be done grieving. But, oh, good Grief! Here we go again. I thought I could spiritualize my way around you, tiptoe past you this year. I thought I could hand out flowers and chocolates and meals and do-good charm you. But you found me again, me and that man of mine, whom I love more than words can wield the matter . I should be done with grieving, but I’m not. He’s not. And this mother heart has to find a new way to grieve when I should be done grieving, but am not even close to being done. Continue reading
Are you in the fight of your life? Are you fighting for your marriage, to carry your baby with a terminal diagnosis to term, to beat cancer, to survive your grief, to manage your mental illness? There are times in life when all the normal worries and cares comes crashing down, and only one thing really matters: survival. If that’s where you are, I want to encourage you today. I want to give you some truths to hold tightly in your fists as the waves wash over you. I want to hold your face in my hands and say, “You can do this.” Continue reading
Jesus himself came up and walked along with them; Luke 24:15
To my dear, grieving friend,
Hi. I wish we could get together today, past this screen, and sit down in a coffee shop to talk today. I wish we could hold hot steamy cups to our lips and allow the tears to trickle and the truth of deep grief to eek out. I wish for you one good friend to do this with today, since I can only reach you with words. But with these words, I hope you feel that you are not alone. I hope you feel my hug of friendship and love for you.
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I had been folding laundry for days. We had just returned from taking the boys camping this summer, and I was exhausted. But there was hope to be found. Continue reading
