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Sinner... - Kathy
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littleyellwbumblebee · 2 months
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yall how do I convince ny christian mom to let me cosplay as Lute 😭😭😭
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hello! my name is karen and i am 41, and a mother of two! i dislike homestuck greatly and am pleased to see susan starting this blog! i might be less active than susan because my life is much more busy but ill try my best! god bless you all and have a great day! <333
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My whole heart is in this one photo. How can you see these faces and not want to give them the best of you? This was my question to myself. I was so bogged down with depression and anxiety that I barely got out of my bedroom, I always seemed angry, and I just had no motivation. Doom scrolling on TT really didn't help with my mind. It seemed no matter where I turned the world was ending. God was definitely going to make everyone pay for their sins. The scariest part of that thought was the fact that I would have to watch these innocent faces suffer for the sins of the entire world. They have not even lived yet. What terrible sin have they committed to have to deserver such a horrible end? Writing this out now and looking back on my fear I understand how silly it sounds, but in those moments there was a real fear. It was that fear that caused me to look deeper into why I was so scared. It was my childhood upbringing that caused me so much trauma. I was taught that it didnt matter the sin, big or small it was all the same and God WILL punish you! That punishment would be so terrible and could even include death. Maybe not your own but someone you love. I carried that over into my life as an adult. and so every little thing I do im scared all the time. Every day I live in fear because of that teaching. How sad is that?
It was when I started doing some self-reflection that I realized these thoughts are absolutely based on fear. And those beliefs and teachings were meant to control. And ALL of those things were stealing my life and robbing my children of the best mom for them. And looking at their faces I could see clearly what I needed to do for myself to give them my best and that was to deal with my trauma. Repair my relationship with God so it isn't based on fear and start living what God wants for me! Please join me on my journey, I could use all the love and support from those that wish me well!
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callmemrscarter · 9 months
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Putting our baby to sleep is one of my favorite ways to end the night. I get all introspective & emotional every single time.
Nothing makes me feel more blessed to finally have our rainbow.
I couldn’t explain it to you as intensely as I feel it.
But God.
Thank you for finally making me a mother.
I’ll spend the rest of my days thanking You 🤍
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unicorngrace · 7 months
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Debating on telling my mom I'm depressed, but ik she wouldn't understand 😻😻
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heavenb89 · 17 days
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New Beginnings
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messymotherhood2 · 25 days
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Whose child is this?
I gave birth to two children who appear to be less like me than I expected. Our sweet girl seems to have some of my super villain tendencies; however, our son is just like his father. Our baby walks like him, smiles like him, and frankly has the same I love you even though you’re annoyed at me face. (Believe me, I see that face from both of them often). My husband seems terribly amused at having…
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diary-of-jayne · 27 days
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So we moved our washer and dryer to one of our bathrooms on the main floor of our house this week. Our 4yr old has never seen the washer and dryer. So I brought her in to watch me. She is so obsessed she has been playing washer and dryer on our loveseat. She lines the pillows infront of her and pretends to be dirty/wet clothes and makes one of us come push the buttons. Then when she is all done she yells "I'm clean!"
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aeaeaexxzd · 2 months
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This video changed me I wish I had this woman's faith fr
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AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME THANK YOU TO THE SMALL CMAOS/KABIGAIL FANDOM!!!!!;:;!!! -OOC Kathy
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prayingmamap · 2 months
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Suffering: Romans 8: 16-18
"The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God's children. Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory." (NIV)
In seasons of struggling, there is no greater goodness than Gods. Although we feel alone and our hearts of flesh are overwhelmed, burnt out, and suffering; we are redeemed by God's goodness. We don't have to earn his salvation, simply by being his children we are redeemed. And no matter what the enemy has been putting in our lives- there will always be moments of Gods glory. In suffering we mess up, we may sin in new ways, or even turn from God but God is always forgiving- his mercy is evident and worth celebration. We are called to suffer well but to suffer is to struggle- and to struggle is something the human flesh will always try and avoid. The truth is that we can't avoid struggle, suffering, grief, loss or saddness- but simply we must pray. With or without God there is suffering, would you not rather suffer with the Lord than suffer alone?
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do you have any connection with christianmomsagainstobjectshows ?
no but i do follow them! they have some very good points and object shows have definitely been banned in this household :)
-karen
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idyllicdomesticity · 8 months
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Joy Thieving
Do I compare myself to others? What does that exactly look like?
Last night I was talking to some friends after church and we were sharing the ways we were all struggling. We are united under the banner of Mothers with Young Children. We each also share a common desire to be. on. top. of. EVERYTHING. The pressure, much of it self-induced, to have our lives together, is great. But praise the Lord we are each on a walk with Him to grow in our faith. That said, I made a passing comment while bemoaning my most difficult task - meal planning. I said to my friend "L" "... and these women on YouTube have these video's where they're like, 'here's how I meal plan for a whole month in 15 minutes!'" L quickly threw in "Oh girl, don't compare yourself to them, if that woman really does that she is probably a grouch to her family half the time or feeding them crap food."
I don't compare myself to others, I thought. Then I made some quip and the conversation went on. Later though, as my husband and I buckled our girls in the van, I kept going over L's admonition. It so happened that my mother made a similar remark to me a few weeks prior. While I was (again) bemoaning my struggles with all the plates I felt I was supposed to be spinning, my mother asked if I was doing these things because I actually needed to or if it was because I thought I needed to. Was I doing all these things because others were doing them? Of course I told my mother no, I wasn't susceptible to such childish behavior.
On the drive home my husband stopped for gas and I took a moment to think. Sure, I watch a lot of YouTube, but it's all for inspirational purpose. And yeah, when I watch certain videos there I get a sense of longing, but it's because I want to build that sort of life for myself. I am a sucker for beautiful homes and gardens and sometimes the beauty is so overwhelming it hurts. But that's normal, right?
But what about the How-To videos? What about that particular video of the mom with 6 kids and a farm who has a printed monthly calendar with a rotational schedule of proteins so her family hits all the major food groups for dinner each week of the month? What about when I walk away from that saying to myself, "Sarah, she has 6 children and manages to get dinner on the table every night. You have 2 and can't get through breakfast. Stop being such a disappointment and get your act together."? Is that comparison?
My husband got back in the car and the thoughts escaped me until this morning. Monday, the eternal day of "Get Your Act Together", has returned and I am again tempted to go through the same act of looking at AAAaaaaLLlllll the things I have to and to sit at my day planner and fill each day with a million things, so that maybe, by this Friday, I will have "done all the things" and then I can feel good about myself. Oh and we are supposed to start homeschool this week too so add that to the pile. (Homeschool is deserving of its own post.)
All the things. It is not just what I am doing, but how and when I do them. I am supposed to get up at 5am, have quiet time, put on my make up, make breakfast, pack a lunch, do the dishes, tend to the girls, do my chores, get to the store,... it never ends. And if I don't do the things when I think I should then throw the whole day away and the baby out with the bathwater because everything has failed and thus I am a failure.
Or maybe I am struggling under a weight I wasn't supposed to carry. I am not saying I shouldn't have to do my duties as a wife and mother. But maybe I am carrying them incorrectly. Maybe, rather than looking out there and forcing others' ideas in, I should be looking only after my own flock and shaping my "supposed to's" around their rhythm. I won't go into all the ways that might look, but I will say that many thing immediately come to mind.
Yes, I suppose I do compare myself to others. And it looks like nothing is good enough.
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callmemrscarter · 7 months
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It’s been a minute!
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grungebutsoft · 10 months
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My Top ADHD Shower Hack
Because I share a bathroom with my mom and because I also take super long showers (and my mom won’t buy a waterproof clock for the shower because who knows why) I like to play a game I call “Rushin’ Roulette” in which I have created a playlist for the shower around 1.5 hours long and it’s full of songs I typically listen to, but also has two or three songs on it that are explicit or explicitly gay. Songs that my Christian mother would give a little more than a raised eyebrow at.
I put that shit on shuffle the minute I enter the bathroom to take a shower, and I don’t turn it off until I hit the lights off and leave. Gives me a little more motivation to scram before my mother has the chance to listen to a weird song about people asking around for their sister, Evelyn, who happens to be a whore and constantly ends up in different geographic locations doing various activities with successful men.
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