A Love Note ….for the Mama Still in her Sweatpants

A Love Note for the Mama Still In Her Sweat Pants

Hey you,

Yes, you, still in your sweatpants and un-showered, hours into your day. This love note is for you.

Between seven a.m. when they wake, alert and ready to tackle the world and you and any sibling that accidentally touches the edge of that notebook that one-time a long time ago used to be theirs, and lunch you will field dozens of questions. The shade snapped, up, when seven arrived and you’re right in the thick of a motherhood that looks a lot different than when you prayed for their hearts in the dark, just a few minutes earlier.

In your mind, they were quiet and jammy-clad with the night weighing down their eyelids — and you poured out quiet prayers for their souls.

With seven a.m. came bodies that bolt and jump and climb right out of that placid sleep and into dress-up clothes and dolls and drama.

The older ones, they wear their layers — maybe not as loud on the outside but roaring beneath their skin. Where the littles count minutes until snacks and sweet treats, these older ones they hunger, too. They’re hungry for answers to all the questions you’ve just barely had answered yourself and the ones you’re still asking. You see them, awkwardly fumbling through who they are and who you’re not and trying find their one niche in a world that doesn’t know them but wants to own them.

Each child is a bell and they ring with their needs, sometimes all together.

All at once, this loud cacophony of sounds and needs and aches and you wonder how in the world God even allowed for a mother, much less you. They all need Him. Those bells, they ring and remind and hang out in your once-quiet space. All of them are needy for way more than your frame — still ringing its own bell of need and ache and hunger — can supply, yet they call you Mommy.

They Call You Mommy

So, you, the world wants to tell you that Mommy is that one who is harried and stressed and all caught up in worry. She’s the one who’s put all of herself on the shelf — though still not completely sure why — to tend to the myriad of needs she’ll never meet, but will certainly grumble about later. Mommy, to the world, means supplanted and second-class and just-can’t-wait-to-get-out-of-that-baby-stage-and-really-live.

Mommy is something to endure, according to the world.

She can’t wait to climb out of her skin and find passion, again. She wants to be led by love, but is trapped in a season where duty trumps all. Her sweatpants are an appropriate uniform.

But you want to know the truth about this season for her, for this Mommy? For you?

It’s scandalous.

You barely step outside your bedroom door to referee a squabble and another child’s broken a glass, downstairs, and the baby is crying — all at once — and there’s a Face behind that moment. You see that moment as loud and disruptive, but He has removed your ease so that you might find something better.

As I pour myself out over disparate legos and another broken glass and hours of referring squabbles, there is a concurrent story. The hot pursuit of a Love that shows up in the unlikely, just to show me that He is more than a God to be studied, but one to be encountered.


The scandal is in the sweatpants and the fingerprints on the walls and the sink full of last night’s dishes. We want to wrap those up and put them away so we can get dressed up and really love, and the God who scudded from the birth canal on to the dusty earth of the inn whispers “my Holy Spirit lives in your messy motherhood.”

So, you, mama, let go of the lie you’ve believed.

Ease isn’t the gift for the mom to hold out in front of herself like a carrot, counting the days she moves closer towards that as her babes move out of diapers and into big beds and onto college, out of the house. Ease is the enemy of the mother who really wants to fall in love with God.

Because falling in love with God often happens in the muss. Always, in the muss.

It starts with one encounter. One quiet (or loud) whisper in the middle of the crazy-mundane can make me lift my eyes and even shudder at how near He is to me.

This day — this long day where I crawl into my bed and wonder if I can do it again tomorrow — is the day the Lord has made. For me.

It’s my day to say, God, show Yourself as so near to me. Let me feel Your breath on my skin, today.

It’s my day to fall in love, right here in my sweatpants.


Post originally posted on Mothers of Daughters.

For Your Continued Pursuit: John 1:14 | Psalm 23:1-3 | Colossians 1:27 | 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 | 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 | Psalm 118:24

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The Inside Scoop: How A Mother of 8 Keeps Her House Clean {or at least tidy}

The Inside Scoop: How a Mother of 8 Keeps Her House Clean

I’m always surprised at how often this subject comes up.

You’d think that as an older (*Ahem….Did I just say that?) and experienced mom that I’d be asked deeper questions. Things like, “How do you reach your children’s hearts?” or “What is the most important lesson you’ve passed on to your kids?” That kind of thing.

But no. It’s “How in the world you do manage to keep your house clean with all those kids?”

Who would have guessed that “a clean house” would be such a basic and monumental challenge for mothers everywhere?

So because we’re friends, I’m going to give you the inside scoop of my little tricks and tips of keeping a tidy home. Here goes . . . .

The Inside Scoop

Our kids don’t have toys.

Yeah, I’m totally serious. Other than the few exceptions of Legos and Playmobile and a favorite dolly or two, our children don’t really own many toys. And please don’t think they’re deprived because if you ever met them? That’s one of the last words you’d use to describe them. Instead, our kids play with blankets, rolls of Duct tape, cardboard, ropes, and bandannas.  They build forts and jump on the trampoline. They’re responsible for making their own fun and I’m always amazed at what they come up with!

Stay on top of the kitchen.

Be ruthless. Clean up after every meal as if your life depended on it. Never go to bed with dishes undone, if you can help it.

Pick one main living area that is a Stuff-Free Zone.

I LOVE this one! I do not try to keep my entire home clean. Repeat: I do NOT try to keep my entire home clean, but I love having an area that no one – no one! – is allowed to dump their junk, school papers, etc. or they will pay dearly (I’m not as mean as I sound, but you get the idea).

There are many benefits to this approach, but one is that I can go to this room when I’m overwhelmed with the state of the rest of the house and recover my peace. Another important benefit is if people drop by unexpectedly (which happens surprisingly often!), I can at least – somewhat confidently – invite them to this room.

Our kids help out.

A lot. Our children have regular responsibilities around the house, plus I wouldn’t hesitate to ask for extra hands when they’re needed.

Get organized.

Taking the time to put together a basic cleaning schedule – what gets done and when (and in our house, by whom) – goes a long way in keeping the sanity. Just to give you an example: in our house the boys clean up the breakfast dishes, I vacuum every morning after school (we homeschool), and Wednesdays and Saturdays are our big all-house “cleaning days”.  Stuff like that.

Turn up the music.

If you walk by our house and can hear the music clear from the road? Then we’re probably either having a party . . . or, more likely, cleaning the house. We can get so much more done with a fast beat and a song in our heart! So crank it up.

Let some things go.

This one is going to pain some of my neat-freak friends. But I can’t keep everything clean. There, I said it! A long time ago, I realized that if I was going to be a relaxed, fun mom that I just couldn’t keep it all together. Or at least all at the same time.

So if you ever come visit me and sneak past my Stuff-Free Living Room, and venture upstairs to the Movie Room/Recreational Room? You’ll find junk. Maybe even last night’s popcorn bowls left out on the floor. Sigh. I’ll work on that area some day . . . maybe when the kids are gone.

And there you have it! A tour of my house and a little peak into my closets.

Ugh, speaking of closets . . .  I need to clean those out!

Happy Spring-Cleaning my friends!

*Okay, I went first. What about you? What are some of your best tips and tricks? I’m always looking for new ideas!

In His grace
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Healthier Poppyseed Muffins {& Stretching Our Wings}

Healthier Poppyseed Muffins PIN-2

I got the opportunity to join Josh on one of his business trips to California a few weeks ago. He only had to work for one day and then the next two days were ours.

That meant as soon as we got to the hotel, I was going to be on my own . . . . 

I hadn’t really ever been on my own in 12 years. I went from being single to dating to marriage all within basically a year after graduating from high school. But even back then, I didn’t like being on my own. Not to say I didn’t enjoy being alone. It was the doing things alone that struck fear into my heart and mind.

I found myself trying to “get out” and do something on my own. Be adventurous and explore a little in a place I was completely unfamiliar with.

I walked the mile it took to get to the pier. It was windy. My hair was blowing in wild directions, blocking my vision while also sticking to my freshly applied glossed lips. “Why didn’t I keep my hair in the ponytail it was in earlier?” I thought to myself. I walked to the end of the pier, took a few pictures, people watched for a few moments before I quickly decided I had had enough of this alone time thing.

To say I disliked it isn’t a strong enough word to use. Could I go as far as to say I hated it?

Maybe. But I know I didn’t enjoy myself. What was wrong with me? Here I was, with many hours to myself (what mom doesn’t dream of that?) on the California coast, surrounded by a beautiful beach.


I got back to my hotel in time to meet my husband before his next meeting. And as I watched him change for his meeting, I sat there completely frozen in horror as it finally dawned on me the reality of my situation.

I had to eat dinner alone and spend time by myself.

I wrestled with my dinner options out loud to Josh. “I don’t have cash for a tip, so what do I do if I order room service? Aren’t I supposed to tip the guy? And the room service food is so expensive. I don’t think I can rationalize spending that kind of money. But, I don’t want to go down to the restaurant and eat by myself. I can’t do that. It’s awkward and weird and I don’t know what to do. I’m going to starve. That’s right. In order to NOT have to make a decision on my own, I would rather starve. I have a KIND bar in my bag I can eat if I get really hungry.

Josh stepped out of the bathroom and stared at me in silence for a few moments, probably choosing his words very carefully to not risk offending me in my already vulnerable and emotional state because he could sense I was close to tears.

He sat down on the edge of the bed next to me and held my hands. “I think you should take a book and go eat downstairs in the restaurant.  You can certainly order room service if you like, get whatever sounds good, regardless of price. But, I think you will find that if you head down to the restaurant, you will have a better time.”

I hung my head, holding back my tears – the last thing I wanted him to feel like I was doing was making him feel guilty for having to attend a business meeting which was actually an awards dinner. He was getting rewarded and recognized for doing his job well and here I was having some kind of bizarre meltdown.

He continued to say, “The first few times I went out of town by myself and had to eat alone…it was awkward at first. But then I got used to it and actually liked it. It was just me and my kindle and it helped me unwind a bit. I think you need to do this.”

Out of desperate hunger, I finally agreed.

He walked me down to the hotel’s restaurant, kissed me and we parted ways. A waiter asked me where I wanted to sit, and I told him I wasn’t sure (awkward much), so he led me to the outdoor patio, turned a tall outdoor space heater on, left me with the menu and walked away. As I looked around I noticed I had a perfect view of the ocean from where I was sitting.


I ended up having a really nice time . . . by myself.

I ordered probably one of the best burgers I have ever had and read my book. I wasn’t bothered and as far as I know, no one paid much attention to me. I visited the hotel’s fitness center after I ate, knowing that I just needed that rush of endorphins. It always helps put a little pep back into my step. I took a bath to soak my muscles, I did my Bible study, and then I watched the Food Network channel by myself uninterrupted.

It was beautiful.

I mentally gave myself several high-fives for overcoming my fears for something as stupid as eating dinner by myself and before I knew it, Josh was back.

I guess my point in going on about all of this is just…sometimes, we need to be hospitable to ourselves.

Sometimes, we need to focus on us. I was missing my kids like crazy – this was only the third time I had ever left my two year old and I just felt scared. I’m a stay at home mom who also homeschools. Aside from going to the gym or stealing some time away in to shop, I am never on my own. I almost always have someone with me.

The idea of standing alone on my own two feet without anyone to take care of or share something with scared me to death.

I think as moms we get totally focused on doing things for others, which is not a bad thing at all. It’s a great thing. I think it helps keep our focus off of ourselves and on the needs of others (Philippians 2:4), but sometimes our own needs or the needs we have but don’t realize are there can get swept under the rug, and that isn’t good for our kids, our husbands, or anyone else we hope to be able to minister to.

It is important to take a little time for ourselves, and be reassured and encouraged that it’s okay to stretch our wings and do something out of the box. (1 Thessalonians 5:11) To me, it’s a bit like that funny MasterCard commercial about unused vacation days. If you have to work, and you don’t have them, so be it – do everything you do as unto the Lord!

But if you have the opportunity (or if you can make one) to rest and rejuvenate, it’s just as important for your family’s sake – as for your own – that you do so!


With that in mind, I want to share with you my personal favorite muffin, an almond poppyseed muffin.

Our last morning in California, Josh brought me a smoothie and a muffin to eat while I was getting ready and it literally made my morning. He knew exactly what I like. I didn’t have to go through the trouble of deciding what to order, he just chose for me and served me a really beautiful and moist blueberry muffin.

Muffins are one of my favorite breakfast treats and I’ve always felt that muffins are kind of a luxurious breakfast. A little individual serving just for you to enjoy.

Of course, if you make these muffins there is a muffin for you and 11 extra muffins to share with the ones you love.

~ Chels {Catz in the Kitchen}

Healthier Poppyseed Muffins
Recipe type: Breakfast
Serves: 12 muffins
That perfect muffin top, almond flavoring, and a nice helping of poppyseeds. It's everything you love about the classic poppyseed muffin but with fewer calories.
  • 1½ cups all-purpose flour
  • ½ cup whole wheat flour
  • ½ tsp salt
  • ¾ tsp baking soda
  • ¼ cup sugar
  • ½ cup low fat Greek yogurt
  • ½ cup agave nectar
  • ⅓ cup applesauce
  • ¼ cup skim milk
  • 1 egg
  • 2 tsp almond extract
  • 2 tbsp poppyseeds
  1. Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees and spray and 12 whole muffin pan with non-stick spray.
  2. In a large bowl whisk together yogurt, agave nectar, applesauce, skim milk, and egg. Set aside.
  3. In a medium bowl, combine flours, salt, and baking soda. Pour the dry mixture into the wet mixture and using a wooden spoon gently stir until just combined. Add poppyseeds and stir just until evenly mixed through.
  4. Fill muffin cups about ½ way full and bake for 15-18 minutes. Cool completely on wire rack. Store in an air-tight container. Will keep for 3-4 days.
Nutrition Information
Calories: 160


What If You’ve Tried and Tried and Tried? {Encouragement for When You’re Ready to Give Up}

What If You've Tried and Tried and Tried {Encouragement for When You're Ready to Give Up}

I like to think that I am pretty easy-going when it comes to my parenting style.

In general, I don’t stress out over spilled milk, smashed cheerios or broken mirrors. I don’t mind uncontrollable giggles, nonstop chit-chatter, or even a rumbustious game of tag. The only time I am known to lose my patience with normal child-like behaviors is when I need a nap.

When I’ve been sleep-deprived, I am slow, impatient and dare I say . . . mean. I am a firm believer that children behave better and are generally happier when they are well-rested and, well, so do I!

That’s right folks – My name is Wynter Pitts and I am a napper!

When my kiddos were very young our days would be strategically planned around naptime, and bedtime would be deliberate and swiftly executed. We enjoyed our days together and played hard, but we had definitive boundaries and a system of shut-eye!

Then something happened.

Enter my 3rd and 4th daughters –twins.

We welcomed these beautiful girls into our world at once, but apparently they missed the memo. My new angels would . . . not . . . sleep!

It was not pretty.

Desperate for Help

I called for help.

Yes, I did. In my desperation, I reached out to a “baby sleep expert.”

She requested our current sleep schedule and then provided me a revised plan that was guaranteed to help us regain normalcy, well-rested children, and peace-filled days.

The new routine required me to make some adjustments to our already strategic sleeping schedule.  She prescribed intentionality and exactness to ensure the success of the program.  This required waking my sleeping children (wake up at precise times in order to ensure they would be ready to rest again when it was time).

Do you see the dilemma?

As I mentioned previously, sleep is a big deal and I didn’t particularly like to wake sleeping children. Especially a set of twins that were already not sleeping! Several conversations with the “baby sleep expert” gave me courage to begin the program in hopes that scheduling down to the minute would result in two sleeping babies, 2 happy big sisters, and an overjoyed mommy!

Reluctantly, I tried.

And tried.

And tried.

For a few weeks that seemed like an eternity, I would lay my girls down for a certain amount of time and keep them awake for the designated time. The intention was to train them to sleep at night with adequate nap times during the day.

I needed this to work and, frankly, it wasn’t.

I was definitely doing more waking up than they were sleeping, and I was miserable.  My efforts were not paying off and I was exhausted.

In a final attempt, I reached out to my “expert” and shared our trials with her.  I informed her that I was just about at the end of my journey with this experiment. I thanked her for her efforts and time but just before we finished our conversation, she said a few words that would be locked into my memory.

“Keep following the schedule as if it is working, because it will work.”

I am not sure why these words hit me so hard, but they did. I began our conversation with the intention of giving up, but I ended the conversation with a brand new drive, determination, and perspective.

What If You've Tried and Tried and Tried? {Encouragement for When You're Ready to Give Up}

When You’re Just About Ready to Give Up

A few more days went by with me putting down wide-awake babies and waking up barely sleeping babies.

I was working –  hard I may add – as if the plan were working . . . until one day, finally, it did!

One morning I woke up rested from a full night’s sleep and so did they.

Have you ever poured all of your blood, sweat and tears into something day after day with no result in sight? Maybe you are exhausted and just about ready to give up.

Well, I want to encourage you today with the same words that encouraged me . . . .

Keep  ______________ as if it is working, because it will work.

Fill in your blank.  Is it . . .  

Trusting God?

Being faithful in marriage?

Disciplining your children in love?

Friends, I encourage you to keep going as if it’s working. God promises that one day it will. 

~ Wynter Pitts, For Girls Like You

*What is something that you could use encouragement in right now? Anything we can pray about for you? 

Wynter Pitts is the author of the newly-released, Wynter PittsFor Girls Like You: A Devotional for Tweens. She is also the founder of For Girls Like You, a ministry to girls that includes a print magazine. She has a drive to introduce young girls to Christian values so they can walk passionately and boldly. A native of Baltimore, Wynter resides in Dallas, Texas, with her husband, Jonathan, and their four daughters.

You can find Wynter on her blog and follow her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and Instagram.


For Girls Like You: A Devotional for Tweens

For Girls Like You DevotionalTween girls have access to an unbelievable amount of media and information with just a simple click of the remote or mouse. Every outlet they turn to attempts to subtly influence their worldview…and what they believe about themselves directly affects how they live.

Wynter Pitts, founder of For Girls Like You magazine, gives girls a new devotional showing them a correct definition of themselves, opening their eyes to God’s truth and the difference it makes in their lives. Each daily devotion includes a prayer to help girls apply the lesson. ~ from the Publisher

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For Girls Like You: A Devotional for Tweens 

Bringing Up Boys: An Encouraging and Helpful Resource for Raising Sons

Bringing Up Boys - An Encouraging and Helpful Resource for Raising Sons

Okay, I’ll just come right out with it.

I LOVE raising boys! 

I never would have guessed when I started this motherhood journey that having sons would be so much fun.

Sure, they’re noisy (super-noisy!) and messy and energetic, but boys are awesome too.

And you know something? Now that our oldest “boy” is no longer a boy – but a young man of 21 years – I’m more convinced than ever that it is more than worth it.

The last time he was home for Christmas and he put his strong arms around my shoulder and told me he missed my hugs  . . . . well, there’s nothing quite like it.

Maybe you’re a mom who is in the “thick” of raising a son and could use some encouragement? Some ideas on how to make the most of it? How to reach his heart?

Bringing Up Boys - An Encouraging and Helpful Resource for Raising Sons

Encouraging and Helpful Articles on Raising Sons

24 Ways to Prepare Your Young Man to Become A Gentleman
Boys Are Awesome and The Best Way to Love Them
9 Things I’d Say My Mom Got Right
What’s the Best Way for A Mom to Show Love to Her Son?
21 Questions Your Son Really Needs You to Ask Him
Instilling Vision in Our Sons
12 Lessons I Want Our Son to Learn Before He Turns 12
Raising Our Sons to Seek After God
7 Steps to Raising A Courageous Young Son

So now we’ve got one son who is off and well on his way, but then there are these three little guys . . . .  noisy, messy, and energetic!

And awesome. 

Bringing Up Boys - A Helpful and Encouraging Resource for Raising Sons

I love raising boys, don’t you?

In His grace,

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P.S. Here’s another resource if you’ve got girls: Growing Up Girls: An Encouraging and Helpful Resource for Raising Daughters

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3 Things to Do If You’re Ready for a Real Change

3 Things to Do If You're Ready for a Real Change

Mom? How long before you start to look better?

This question was asked in the middle of a workout. Moving in stride with the Zumba dancers on the television screen, my focus was on keeping my core pulled in while simultaneously breathing properly. Nearly breathless, I had just enough left to gasp. Though she’d asked it sincerely and innocently, this question had the potential to cut. Deeply. The implication was that I did not look all that great.

Truth be told: she was right. I already knew this for myself.

Pregnancies had taken creative license with my physique, pulling, stretching and sagging places that I didn’t even realize existed. While my babies are a miraculous blessing, and I did not enjoy the seemingly permanent changes I now faced as a result of pregnancy. My role, in neglecting physical activity and indulging in too many non-nutritional foods more than on special occasions, did not help either.

I was ready for change.

3 Things to Do If You’re Ready for a Real Change

First, I prayed.

Romans 12:2 (NLT) says “Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect.” (Emphasis mine.) My frustration with my physical appearance was distracting from my purpose. I couldn’t serve God effectively if I couldn’t serve Him wholly.

I asked God to help me reset my thinking. Burdens in our lives can distract us from God’s best for us. These could be finances, career, romantic relationship, friendship and more. We need God’s help to shift the focus from ourselves to what He can do for us, when we ask.

Secondly, I set realistic goals.

I wanted more energy to care for my family. Exercise and better eating habits needed to be consistent. The idea of one day gracing a magazine cover with my un-photoshopped physique did not interest me. I wanted to enjoy shopping trips again, free to try on all sorts of clothes, without presuming ahead of time that they would not look good on me.

Could I adjust my schedule to allow time for exercise? Yes. Could I plan well-balanced meals and leave certain food items on the grocery store shelves? Yes.

Finally, I had to start.

Forget waiting until this occasion or that holiday had passed, or even until the next calendar Monday. I needed to dive right in and work around whatever came in my path.

I didn’t need God to send me additional signs of whether or not this was right. He’d already been talking to me about this for some time. It was my turn to be obedient to His leading. There are moments when God has been speaking to our hearts about something for a period of time. We know what we should do, yet we stubbornly cling to our way while pleading for additional signs. Obedience spares us from unnecessary stress.

When my daughter asked me ‘how long before I start to look better?’, it didn’t bother me. I had acknowledged it and had begun to prayerfully tackle this issue before her question.

My desire wasn’t just to look better but to live better. I am trusting God with this part of my life, for His glory.

~ Sabrina

*What are some changes you’ve been wanting in your own life? What encourages you to make that change?

Sabrina Jacques-RoweSabrina is a stay-at-home wife and homeschooling mom of 4. As she grew up, she believed that there was nothing worth telling about her dull life. However, God has used various circumstances and people to show her glimpses of His amazing goodness as He pens her story. Amidst all of this, Sabrina has learned that how she chooses to live is what adds flair and makes her story worth telling. Her lifelong passion is to share encouragement through writing. Despite the hectic pace of her life, Sabrina always makes time for music, reading and a large cup of tea.

I hope you’ll visit Sabrina on her blog, Sabrina J~R, as well as on Facebook and Twitter!

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