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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

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?

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

Green Tree Frogs

My Darlings <3

My Darlings ❤

Tonight, it happened. Enjoying spending time with our 5-year-old making a tree frog out of a toilet paper tube, and I find myself being critical of her. She’s so proud of her solid green frog she’s painted, glued together and drawn a face on and I’m judging it. How…could…I…

This little Jesus-loving-girl who has stolen my heart long before she made her grand entrance into this world made something beautiful. She was so excited to see the finished product and smiling because I let her search Pinterest to choose the perfect tree frog to construct. And in my mind I was trying to make it better, as if I wasn’t convinced when she gave it her stamp of approval.

Kendyl is such a unique child. Her love for Jesus and people truly leave me speechless. It definitely magnifies the scripture in Proverbs 22:6 that says “Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.”

We pray for ambulances and firetrucks that are speeding past us with sirens blazing down the highway. If someone’s car is broken down on the side of the road, she pipes up from the backseat asking if we can help them. A lady at the flea market dropped her purse and contents went flying everywhere. My hands are full of our lunch trays and drinks but Kendyl ran to her rescue – without batting an eye. I cannot tell you how proud I am to have the honor of being this girl’s mom.

You see, I’m a perfectionist. I get it honest. I’m a grammar freak and almost OCD with some things, and it drives me batty. I’m constantly trying to find ways to improve things and I must be heard. Kendyl, my darling mini-me, has inherited the same genes.

But one thing God spoke so heavy to my heart through such a simple homework assignment – you can’t live your issues through your children. How many times are we guilty of pushing our kids to the limit? Then what? They’re broken and feel like they don’t measure up to our high standards. And if they can’t measure up to Mom and Dad’s standards, will they ever feel they can measure up to God’s?

One thing life experiences have taught me, God is an individual God. He cares so deeply about every intricate detail of our life. He knows our likes and dislikes, successes and failures. And He uses our children to convict our hearts when we need a little work around the edges.

Can I be transparent with you today? I’m not perfect. I was really hard on myself today for the thought of trying to push my way on Kendyl. Trust me, God caught me before I did. I asked her if she wanted to add anything else to it and she smiled happily and said, “Nope!” Before I could open my mouth to interject my thoughts, it was as if God gently placed His hand over my lips and quieted me.

I don’t want to break my children of their God-given abilities and talents. Just because your child may do things a little differently than you doesn’t mean their wrong. I’m not talking major moral issues here. I’m simply saying don’t make an ant hill into Mt. Everest.

I pray God keeps me humble in this area. He’s teaching me that I can’t make her into a better kid version of me. She’s not me. God created her in His image just as He did me, but she’s a different person. I have to let her be herself and pray God shows me how to help mold her into the little God-girl He’s created her to be.

Have I said I’m proud to be her mom? I love this girl. God knew what He was doing when He blessed us with this little spunk muffin. I know you’re proud of your little rock star too. Let’s hold these little hearts gently. They get damaged so easily.

Live Life Unscripted,

❤ Brittany


Us on Easter Sunday ❤





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