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Little things learned from the precious, sticky people in my life. <3

Undeserved Love

Today was filled with little people whininess and attitudes and fussing galore. Lions and tigers and bears, OH MY! Just an all around crapola day to be frankly honest.  

So to salvage some sanity I put the kids to bed early and have been enjoying some quiet mommy and Jesus time. #breathe #sweetJesus 

I was reading and Psalm 103:10 jumps off the pages: 

 “He does not treat us as our sins deserve..” 

I was like WOOO! God you’re awesome! You’re so amazing. Wow, thank You for being so…. 

Then I flip open my prayer journal and find this precious, darling little note from our 6-year-old.
 Oh my heart…. ❤️

It is so amazing how God uses our kids to convict us and show us unconditional love. I don’t know when she wrote this but I definitely needed to see it tonight.  

How many times do we hold against our kids their actions?  (Or our spouse?  Our boss?  Our coworkers? Our family?

We treat them according to their behavior. Yet this is the polar opposite of how God treats us.  

The very next verse reminds us of the Father’s love. “For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him.”  Psalm 103:11 

And in verse 13, we are reminded of God’s compassion.   “As a father has compassion in his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him.”  

Many times we find ourselves being too harsh and expecting too much. For Pete’s sake, they’re kids. We’re meant to train and equip them with life skills and show them by example how to follow Jesus. (An example I feel like I suck at sometimes. Our flesh is so weak.). 


Training isn’t an overnight process. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. It takes time. Patience. And more time and even more patience.  

It’s so easy to feel inadequate as a mom but God gently reminds us to keep trying. To keep going. To keep forgiving and love unconditionally. ❤️ 

Don’t fret, mama. Pray through this season and love big. You’re human. We all have meltdowns. Lay still at the feet of Jesus, forgive yourself and embrace those babies.  

Don’t let one moment of temporary insanity convince you that you suck at life.   

And in case you haven’t heard it lately – you’re AMAZING. And you’re doing a freaking awesome job.    

Share with a mama who needs some encouraging tonight.  ❤️

Live Life Unscripted, 

❤ Brittany 


A Kids Eye View

They drive me nuts, keep my on my knees and make me smile from ear to ear.

You called it. My kids are my w.o.r.l.d.

They don’t miss a beat, that’s for sure. Nothing escapes their view. They’ve got to know how it works, why it does that and how long before the next sugar-filled holiday celebration.

So the other day I go to snap a cute pic of my littles and I’m alerted that my phone memory is full. What?? Not cool. Not cool, man. I open up my pics and see I have around 1,000 images. Blury, fuzzy, kid’s eye view shots taken after church last week by a variety of little fingers.

There were fuzzy up close pictures of kids’ noses, adults size 8 shoes, back of heads, walls, and smiling faces. A kid’s-eye view of “Jesus’ house,” as our 3-year-old cutie calls it.

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It got me thinking. I know, here we are again in the mind of a crazy, sleep-deprived mom. Enter at your own risk.

We teach our kids more than we realize. This can be equally humbling and scary.

I’ve mentioned before that we teach them how to respond to situations by the way we ourselves respond. A car pulls out in front of us and we start ranting and raving about the where the idiot got their driver’s license. Our mini-me in the backseat takes notice and jots down a mental note on how to act when we don’t like how something goes down.

But have we ever thought that we teach our kids how to relate to God?

When Kendyl was barely 2-years-old, she watched us in church. If Mommy or Daddy raised our arms in worship, up went that precious little arm stretched up towards heaven. If someone shouted out a “hallelujah!” during service, our little curly-headed princess would follow suite.

Our kids see how we respond to the Holy Spirit. They are silently observing how we plop down in our seats with arms firmly folded, refusing to budge. Our kids watch us put on masks that signal that all is well even though we’re dying inside.

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A kid’s-eye view.

What are our kids witnessing in our lives?

Are we teaching them to show loving reverence to a Holy God? Or are we educating them on how to endure an hour a week listening to a man tickle our ears and walk out the same way we came in?

Children are often the product of their raising. If we show passionate pursuit of our Savior and gratitude for our blessings, it’s likely our children will mirror those beautiful traits. Oh what priceless gifts to give our children.

So the loaded question – What is the worth of the cross you are carrying?

So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.” 1 Corinthians 9:26-27

To me, it’s priceless. It can’t be carried halfheartedly. It’s all or nothing. You see, I know what it’s like to run from God. I remember where God found me and how He reached way down to pull me out of my self-created pit. I know the call Jonah received from God had to be pretty intimidating when the opposite direction looked so appealing. The world appears to have it all laid out on a silver platter. It’s not easy going against the flow. It’s so much easier sticking with the crowd.

But what if that’s why we’re here? To stand out? To pursue something so incredible, so completely life changing that shakes us to our very core. It causes us to take a self inventory. It makes us question if we’re taking this thing seriously or if we are just checking some moral obligation off our to-do list because it makes us feel better.

What is the worth of the cross you are carrying?

I don’t know about you, but I want to leave a legacy. I want to grow old and know that I have raised God-fearing, God-serving, people reaching, giving, kind hearted children who boldly walk out their faith. Not just WWJD wearing kids sporting religious t-shirts.

Godly little men and women who know their God is the same God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. The God who still works miracles. The God who split the Red Sea for Moses and the one who sustains life when the doctor said to pull the plug.

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I’m praying that we can carry our cross in such a way that our children are inspired to chase this thing with everything within them. Let’s finish this race well – not being satisfied with just sliding by. Let’s go the extra mile. Love when it hurts, give when it’s almost gone. Life well, love well.

Little ones are watching.

I’d love to hear your thoughts! Have your kids surprised you at how much they can be little sponges? What’s something your kids have said that has blown your mind? Have they copied behavior that has brought you to your knees? I know mine have!

Live Life Unscripted,

❤ Brittany

Dare to Compare

I’ve really tried to be a regular blogger. Really, I have.

And then life happens. I miss a few days. Then a few days turns into a week and a half. Then come the questions. And comparisons.


I’ve felt the pressure. The expectations. I’ve questioned myself. More than you know..

How often should I post? What topics should I write about? What’s the best time of day to post? Why can’t I be more like “her” or “this blog” or “that blog”?

I’m not sure about you, but I’ll shamefully admit that I’m great at comparing myself to others.

Comparing my cooking skills. My messy house. Photography. Marriage. Ability to accessorize. Confidence. Writing. Speaking. And most of all.. Mothering.

There will always be someone better. Someone with more experience.


But there will never be another YOU.

Comparison is such a devious tool the enemy uses against us. Especially against women.

You’ve heard the conversations. Thought the thoughts.

“Have you seen her dress?” “Can you believe how many extracurricular activities her kids are in?” “Well they just shop all the time don’t they?”

Compare, compare, despair.

It’s a vicious cycle and must be broken. ASAP.

So here I am. Flinging the curtains open wide to expose some ugliness. Again. {Sometimes I wonder if I’m crazy being this transparent.}

I struggle with comparison. Like, baaaaad bad.

Am I a good enough wife? “She” works full time and helps provide for her family. I’m “just” a stay at home mom who can’t keep a clean house…

Do my kids think I’m a good enough mom? “She” has her kids memorizing scriptures, doing the coolest DIY projects and throws birthday parties to die for. I can barely remember to bathe them daily, I suck at most DIY projects and party planning. I’ll never measure up…

See the pattern here? It trips us up. It’s pretty self-destructive. And must be muzzled and discarded immediately before it’s roots dig down deep.


Over the next week or so, I’m letting the walls down. I don’t live the “perfect life” with the “perfect family” with the white picket fence. We do life messy and loud. Almost always.

But one thing has hit me hard – God hasn’t called me to reach everyone, but He has called me to reach someone.

And I so desperately need Him to show me when to say yes wholeheartedly and when to politely say no. I’m so tired of giving the people I love the most my leftover time.

We can’t be 100% in 100 different areas. It’s just not possible. And the comparisons. must. stop.

So over the next week or so, I’m letting you into my heart. Your comments are welcome, but please be gentle. I’m still a work in progress. And I’m wiling to admit – I’m ready to trade perfection for progress.


What about you? Do you struggle with comparison? Do you feel you measure up? Have you set unrealistic expectations for yourself?

Chime in below! I’d love to hear your thoughts!

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Live Life Unscripted,
❤ Brittany

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Fill Up, Babe.

It is so amazing to me how God unveils life’s greatest wisdom through gentle whispers, if we will only make time to listen.

We may need to clean a little wax from our stubborn ears in order to clearly hear His voice. Maybe wipe the dust from the bible on the night stand that has longed to be picked up for so long.


We must make time for Him.

We must spend time soaking in His Word.

Even if it means we have to wake up half an hour before the kids pop their heads up. (Can I get a weary mama amen?)

We must spend time in prayer.

And then.. Then and only then..

We will hear from Him. Perhaps while drinking a pumpkin spice cappuccino.

I pray you are encouraged as you watch this brief video. Love you guys!

Fill up, babe. Your life depends on it. Others lives depend on it. Refuse to walk around empty anymore. Allow yourself to be filled by the one who can change. your. life. forever.

Ask the Samaritan woman in John 4:13-15. That’s a good “homework assignment” to leave you with tonight. Hey, I know it’s the weekend. 😉

Live Life Unscripted,
❤ Brittany

Please share below how God has spoken through mind-blowing wisdom through the little things! I’d love to hear from you!

More Than Enough.

Another day of endless sibling squabbles.

More than enough.

Give me that! I had it first! That’s mine! Stop it! He’s pushing me! She did it!” The oh so familiar repetitive routine will wear down even the strongest ones.

Some days are so completely exhausting. *insert long dramatic sigh here* And when those days become weeks and those weeks have dragged into months, one can become a hopeless, ragged mess.

IMG_7970.JPG {This accurately describes my current state of mind.}

I’ve always heard there isn’t a rule book to parenting that is handed over on a silver platter in the delivery room. {I’m overdue for two of those. If you’re working on writing one, please overnight me those copies ASAP.}

I lived for the nurturing stage. It was nothing to be woken up multiple times during the night for feeding, changing and loving that precious 7 pound 11 ounce Johnson’s Baby powdered darling.

It’s the sibling fighting that gets me. We have been stuck in this rut for some time now. I’m ready for someone to hitch us up and pull us out of it to be quite honest.

Not all days are bad. They love each other so much in the smallest, sweetest ways it’s Christmas card worthy. Like today at the beach..


But the bad days seem to get magnified on the Times Square jumbotron of my already stressed out mind. And that’s just how the enemy wants it.

It leaves me wondering if it’s me.

Am I facing this same battle of wills over and over because there is something inside of me that isn’t quite refined yet? Is my stubbornness to be right and have the last word killing me softly? Is it that what drives me nuts about my children are the things I despise the most about myself?

Stumbling through endless posts on Pinterest about “sibling fights” praying to find answers and encouragent. I came across a gem for sure! {Please check out for some awesome ways to effectively navigate through parenthood! It definitely encouraged me today!}


I was led to James chapter 4. Slide your finger down to verse 6 and….


“But He gives MORE grace..”
{emphasis mine}


I don’t know what you stand in need of today, my sweet friend. But for me, it’s grace…

My iPhone defined “grace” as the “free and unmerited favor of God.” I then went to define “favor” and found it is “an attitude of approval or liking; an act of kindness beyond what is due or usual.”

And my sweet friend, God freely gives you more grace for what is pulling and tugging at your heart. His free, unmerited favor and kindness goes far beyond what we could ever deserve. He gives us so much more than what we need, or think we need.


Step away with me for a moment.

Exhale all that is draining you.. Let it all out. Lay it all at the precious feet of our Savior. 1 Peter 5:7 beckons us to cast ALL our cares on Him because He cares for us. All. Our. Cares. Sibling squabbles. In-law drama. Reoccurring heartburn. It’s all-inclusive.

Now inhale with me. Inhale His grace.. Then inhale even deeper from His never ending supply of grace. Because He promises more. And more. And even more. And when you think it’s drying up, His grace overflows into the deepest caverns of our needs.

Whatever it is that is weighing you down today, rest in the assurance that God’s grace IS enough. He is more than enough, my weary friend.

You’re going to make it. WE are going to make it. ❤ I want to leave you with this beautiful passage of scripture from Lamentations.

“Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope. Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, ‘The Lord is my portion, therefore I will wait for Him.'” Lamentations 3:21-24

Please share with someone if you’re encouraged! And please share below how God has shown Himself abundantly graceful in your life!

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Live Life Unscripted,
❤ Brittany

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:) Friendly Friday :) {Special Guest Post from Tammy Gerber!}

I’m so excited to introduce this fabulous Mama to you today!  Tammy and I were connected as prayer partners for the She Speaks conference a few months ago and become great friends!  I know you will be blessed today by her post!  She can be found blogging at   Go check out her blog and give her some love by clicking here!


Confessions Of A Worn Out Mama

6:20AM: My eight-year-old daughter stomped into the kitchen, still in her pajamas. “I can’t find any clean jeans! Didn’t you do the laundry?” I fought to push the anger I was feeling aside, because of the all too familiar situation and because I hadn’t done the laundry. I said, “If you would have gotten your clothes out last night like you were supposed to, this wouldn’t be an issue right now.” I’ve told her so many times…

Meanwhile, my seven-year-old is talking too loud, asking too many questions, trying to help when he isn’t really helping, and being generally annoying. I am not a person who likes to be “chatty” in the morning, and my middle son talks constantly the minute his feet hit the floor in the morning. You see the dilemma.

My ten-year-old entered the kitchen and announced he had a “stomachache” and needed to stay home from school. Again. If he didn’t go to school every time he said he had a stomachache, he would only go to school every other day.

I ran downstairs to my laundry room (that looks like a bomb went off on any given day) and found my daughter’s jeans, even though she was certain there were none down there. I distracted my ten-year-old with his favorite breakfast to make him forget his “stomach ache.” All three kids were distracted and fighting during the devotion (again). Lord, are they even listening, or getting anything I’m saying? Honestly, I didn’t feel very spiritual either by that point. Driving them down our lane to the bus, everyone was arguing and being rude to each other. Prayers were grumbled and short. Two of the three kids were mad when they got on the bus. I didn’t have time to smooth things over, and I was too tired to try anyway. The gentle and wise mom words I knew I should have been saying just wouldn’t come.

As the bus pulled away, tears filled my eyes. The exhaustion I was feeling hit like a tidal wave. And it was only 7:15AM. How am I going to get through the rest of this day? Can you die from being this tired?

As I drove slowly back up the lane, the whispers of the enemy hiss in my ears: “You are a terrible mother. How could you let them get on the bus still mad and upset? What if something happens to them today? You will never measure up. You will never be the kind of mother they need.”

I walked into the house and checked my monitor. My three-year-old and one-year-old were still sleeping. Thank God. I let the tears fall freely and sank to the floor. Lord, I’m so worn out. It’s too much. I feel overwhelmed and alone. There is too much to do, so much pressing in on me. I don’t have enough energy or time or patience to be the mom my kids need. Maybe if I slept for a week uninterrupted, my brain would clear and I could think straight. My mind feels so cloudy and chaotic all the time, like I can’t complete my thoughts. I am at the end of my rope; I have nothing left to give. How do I get some rest? It’s not like someone else can be their mother!

Do you ever feel this way?

I try to stay positive, but in this season of my life, being mom to five children under the age of ten, I can get really overwhelmed. My spirit becomes downcast and discouraged.

This is a pretty realistic photo of me with my 5 children!

When my good friend Brittany called me and asked me to write a post about being a “worn out mama,” I laughed. What an understatement. Honestly, I’m so tired there are no words to describe it fully. And then I remember – you are a worn out mama too. So you understand, without me having to find the perfect words.

I thought about what I would want if someone were going to try to give me encouragement about being a tired mama. I decided easy to understand and to the point was the best idea, so I wrote a simple list called, “ Ten Encouragements For A Weary Mom’s Heart.” Here goes:

1. MOST IMPORTANT ONE: Read God’s Word. Soak in God’s Word. Memorize God’s Word. Write your favorite verses on note cards and post them in very visible places around your house. Read them out loud when times of discouragement hit. The Word of God is truth for your soul and your mind. It gives energy and life and it is the only thing I have found that consistently brings joy and calm to my chaos. Here are some of my favorites to help start your note card collection:

  • Look to the Lord and His strength; seek his face always. – Psalm 105:4
  • Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength. – Nehemiah 8:10
  • To this end I labor, struggling with all His energy, which so powerfully works in me. – Colossians 1:29 (emphasis mine)
  • Never will I leave you, never will I forsake you.” – Hebrews 13:5
  • The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can man (or my children) do to me? – Hebrews 13:6 (I substituted “my children” here)
  • Cast all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you. Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that your brothers (and moms) throughout the world are undergoing the same kind of sufferings. – 1 Peter 5:8-9 (I added “and moms”)
  • The Lord knows those who are His. – 2 Timothy 2:19
  • Put your armor on every morning (Ephesians 6:10-18)!

There is a quote I love that I saw on Facebook recently: “When Satan huffs and puffs and tries to blow out the flame of your joy, you have an endless supply of kindling in the Word of God. – John Piper

2. As Beth Moore said at a conference I was at recently: “Guard against mompetition.” Am I competing or comparing myself to other moms? Are my expectations unrealistic in a given situation? Are someone else’s expectations of me too high? Am I trying to do things in my house like the mom I see as “perfect” down the street? (And by the way, she isn’t perfect.) Don’t do it! It’s not of God, and it drains your strength.

3. Do make time for healthy community. Do you have friends you can be honest and real with? Did you know it’s okay to admit your worst struggles to actual people who love you? Surround yourselves with godly women who will support and encourage you in your struggle, and who will help you to find the best in your kids.

4. Ask God to help you see your children the way He see them. Ask Him to show you their unique gifts and talents, and how you can help to develop those gifts and talents.

5. Pray all the time about everything (Philippians 4:6). Pray for wisdom.

6. If you need help, ask for it! Don’t try to be super women; it’s exhausting and pointless and not from God.

7. Take care of yourself too. Did you know it’s okay to rest? It’s actually a commandment. If you forgot how to rest, ask God to show you. Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. – Proverbs 4:23 *Make sure your identity isn’t found in your children. Our identity should be in Jesus Christ.

8. A friend told me once that when she is in a crazy situation and felt overwhelmed with her kids, she would say to herself, “This is not as bad as it seems right now.” I have tried it, and it does help. Sometimes it helps me to see the humor in the situation. Now I have to say here that sometimes, it is as bad as it seems (like for instance, when your one-year-old eats a jar of Vix Baby Rub). Then it’s time to panic (and call Poison Control)!

9. No one is perfect except Jesus. You don’t have to be an awesome mom all the time. You can be ordinary. Let yourself off the hook. No one is going to call the laundry and dish police on you.

10. Laugh more. Choose joy instead of being annoyed. Laughing is one of the best stress relievers and perspective changers I know. Here is something to get you started laughing:

One more thought before I end: I do think part of being a mom is being tired. Being a mom is not easy and it will be tiring. When we are “out of gas,” it makes us rely on and turn to God, who is the Giver of our strength (and our sanity). His strength is supernatural and His supply of grace is unending.

I am certain moms will get to sleep all they want in heaven.

Lord, we would be lost without you. Thank you for the privilege of being mom to our children. Remind us often that you are with us every step of the way. Help us to never give up on our families, and to keep going even when we don’t think we can go another step. Help us to laugh more, rest more, and love more, which will increase our joy. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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Thank you so much for sharing your heart with us today, Tammy!  Your transparency is such a blessing! Please connect with her on her blog One Rain Dancer and catch up with her on her Facebook page .

Have you been encouraged this week?  Please share this with someone so they can be encouraged also!

Live Life Unscripted,

❤ Brittany

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Ever feel like you’re utterly alone?

Hunched over a sink full of dirty dishes at 11pm trying to scrub away all of today’s mishaps and blunders.

You’d find your way to the couch to relax and catch up on a few minutes of your favorite reality show, but piled up is a week’s worth of laundry that still. hasn’t. disappeared. but has actually spilled over to the bed. Where is that laundry fairy when you need her??



There is always something to do. There’s always something that we will forget to do. There is even always something we will dread to do. Busy, busy, busy! Going, going, going…

This mama is worn out, girl. It’s not because of the laundry. It’s not because my kids have driven me crazy. It’s not because of my job. It’s not because we’re moving again. It’s not because I still can’t find my bible {ahhhhhh!!! Please pray it comes out of hiding soon!}

I. Am. So. Overwhelmed.

In the book “The Best Yes” by Lysa Terkeurst, she hits the nail on the head. “A woman who lives with the stress of an overwhelmed schedule will often ache with the sadness of an overwhelmed soul.”


Oh how true is that.. Wow. I’ve learned something over the past year. We cannot be everything to everyone without first submitting to The One. We will continue to overcrowd our plates until we become nauseated to the point of complete and utter exhaustion. We absolutely must find a place of rest.

Your place of rest may be cuddling up in the bed reading a devotional after putting the kids in bed. Perhaps it’s sneaking away to Starbucks while your friend helps out for an hour. Or even scheduling some regular and uninterrupted “don’t-bother-me-unless-someone-is-bleeding-or-dying” time to soak in God’s Word when your husband takes over the bedtime routine.

We must find a place of balance so our worn out mommy souls can find rest. God promises us in Matthew 11:28, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.”

You’re not alone, I promise you that. And to prove it, I want to share a few Facebook responses of some worn out mamas. Right after this completely random pic I found on my phone of our 6-year-old. Apparently it’s imperative to take a selfie while cutting a piece of chicken. You’re welcome. 🙂


“Standing right there with you: sink full of dirty dishes & more action figures than people on the planet covering my living room floor 🙂 I’m thankful for a God who loves me, encourages me, & provides me with like-minded friends who can be honest with our day to day.” – Molly

“Bedtime may or may not have abruptly occurred at least once while it was still daylight outside.” – Dana

“The kids and I stayed in our pajamas until after 4pm last Saturday & I did zero housework all because I wanted just one weekend where I didn’t have to beg them or argue with them about helping with housework. I’ll be honest, I was ok with the messy living room and kitchen sacrificed for a day of peace. 🙂 ” – Kendra

Wow. These are just a few worn out mamas who shared with me on Facebook that #TheStruggleIsReal We will hear from more worn out moms later this week. We will also have a special guest post from Tammy, a special friend of mine from One Rain Dancer Blog , as she shares about what God has been teaching her through this crazy season of motherhood.

Confess your frustrations, Mama! You never know, the one you share it with just may be one who has just climbed out of that pit of despair herself. Or maybe someone else just needs confirmation that they’re not alone.

Live Life Unscripted,
❤ Brittany

Share below your stories! Why are you a worn out mama? How do you cope with being worn out as a mom?

Confessions of a Worn Out Mama

Girl, motherhood will either make you or break you. And lately, I have felt so broken.


I went to bed last night with a throbbing headache and woke up at 4:30am to a little princess who just couldn’t go back to sleep after daddy left for work.

My head is still pounding. Granted, it could be a sinus infection currently carving my nasal cavity a new one. But to top it off, I think my kids have taken behavior lessons from a ravaging pack of wolves on steroids.

Can I be honest with you this morning? This worn out mama has some confessing to do. Let’s be real.

I confess….

My house currently looks like someone broke in, raided every room looking for spare change and threw all the laundry everywhere.


I am terrible at remembering to brush my kids’ teeth. (And my own, if we’re being totally honest here.)

I have been known to leave the house and run errands without my 2-year-old’s shoes. I seriously need to hire a private investigator to find the matching shoe! Church, grocery shopping, doctor’s appointments. Shoeless.

I sometimes let my temper get the best of me and yell until my kids and I both end up in screaming matches and tears with pounding headaches. (I’m very, very ashamed of this.)

I have to say “I’m sorry” to my kids. A lot.

I have been known to take away everything from favorite movies to the pool to ever doing anything fun ever again just to stop a tantrum. (It doesn’t work, by the way. It only fuels the fire.)


{My kids this morning. Thought we needed to break up the confessions with a happy one – I LOVE these goofy babies!}

I think one thing that prevents us from being completely honest with people and sharing our struggles is the fact that we have this fear of condemnation. What are they going to think of us? What if they think I’m a horrible excuse of a human being for thinking this way?

Honey, some seasons in life are so painful. So. Incredibly. Painful. Motherhood literally feels like you have stretched your bottom lip over your head, down your back and over your high heel shoes. It’s uncomfortable, gruesome and downright sticky. But so beautiful. Ohhhhh so beautiful – when we can find the beauty in the chaos.

Part of the beauty is sharing our ups and downs, potty training victories and dreadful moments of scraping the dog poop off our shoes..

Share your stories. Share your confessions. You are not alone, Mama! You’re in good company! Let’s do this together and break down these suffocating walls that have been isolating us for so long.

I confess… I’m a worn out mama. But girl, I find my strength when I’m face down on my pillow crying out to my Father. I’m renewed when I climb into His lap and share my heart with Him. And He rejoices and sings over me such a heavenly melody. {Zephaniah 3:17}


He loves you so much and loves those babies even more than you do. They drive us crazy sometimes but I guarantee we drive God crazy too!

We’re going to make it. I promise.

I want to leave you with this simple verse to soak in tonight. I’m praying for you!

“I am leaving you with a gift–peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.” John 14:27

Will you be open with us? Share some of your Worn Out Mama confessions below and please share this with someone!

Tomorrow my good friend Dana from The Kroh’s Nest Blog will be sharing a delicious Pumpkin Creme Bread recipe with us! Later this week we will hear more from some worn out mamas! You don’t want to miss this week!

Love you guys! Share with a worn out mama and share your thoughts below. I’d love to hear from you!

Live Life Unscripted,
❤ Brittany

Calm in the Chaos

calm in the chaos

She has my heart <3

I don’t know about you, but our lives can be so chaotic.

My husband works full-time, I work part-time, we both serve our church as youth pastors, and I’m currently getting ready for the She Speaks Conference and writing my first book.  Whew!  All this on top of typical wifey/mommy duties.

There will always be dishes in the sink, piles of dirty clothes and missing shoes when you’re running late.  There will always be cheer practice, football tryouts, dance recitals and baseball camps.  And. So Much. More.  But we can’t miss out on this crucial time in our children’s lives to teach them to be still before The Lord.

I walked into my 6yr old’s room the other day and heard her reading her bible prayer book. I didn’t prompt her to read.  I was simply cleaning and heard her sweet prayers being lifted up before God.  So many times we can get caught up in our to-do lists, conference calls, dinner plans and date nights.  All those things are important and deserve time, don’t get me wrong.  But we have got to take serious time with our children teaching them to follow in the steps of our sweet Savior before the world around them pollutes their minds and fills them with a plate too busy to squeeze Jesus into.

One thing that has worked well for us is family devotion time before bed at night.  (Disclaimer:  Our devotion time can be loud and semi-chaotic, as we do have a very busy-body 2-yr-old as well as a 6-yr-old who gets easily distracted by said 2-yr-old.  But we do our best to be decently still before the Lord.  lol)  We all sit down in the living room together and one of us will read a bible devotion from Kendyl’s children’s bible.  Some nights are hectic, but we try our best to make it happen as often as we can.

It doesn’t matter what’s a mess in your house today.  Sit down with your kids and teach them to be still at the feet our their Creator. I’m praying for you!

“Be still and know that I am God.”  Psalm 46:10

Comment below some ways that you make time to connect with your kids and share God’s Word with them!   I’d love to hear from you!  🙂

Live Life Unscripted,

❤ Brittany

Below is the video of Kendyl reading her sweet little bible prayer book.  I hope it blesses your heart as much as it did mine!  ❤


Ode to Mothers

I wrote this poem last year but decided to put them with two of my favorite pics of me and my sweet kiddos.  These are treasured memories for sure!  This is my heart and soul all wrapped up right here.  ❤  I pray that you’re blessed this Mother’s Day weekend!  Feel free to share these.


My oldest and I at her 5th birthday party <3

My oldest and I at her 5th birthday party ❤

My youngest and I at the beach <3

My youngest and I at the beach ❤


Live Life Unscripted,

❤ Brittany

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