Why is rest such hard work?

Alysia Yates is one of those dearest kinds of people who come into your life for a season. When her husband first became our pastor at our former church, he described her to me as someone with two passions: literature and theology. My type of girl. She's the mom of four and still manages to make time to write guest posts for the likes of me. This is her second post on Mama:Monk. Here's her first. Thank you, Alysia! *  *  * I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to rest, … [Read more...]

In God’s Sweetness (a Thankful Tuesday post)

Yesterday was my first real day home with two kids. I don’t have to do it long. For the rest of the week my husband is working from home and next week my mother-in-law arrives. (And my mother just left this past Saturday after being with us for two weeks.) I have it really good. But I woke up in fear of what the day would bring. I spent Sunday suffering from mastitis. If you don’t know what that means, don’t bother looking it up. Just know that it’s terrible. I was in bed with a high … [Read more...]

Treasure

Last night in a haze of fever (Sunday was a rough day), I lay on the couch reading August a story from the Jesus Storybook Bible. It was a retelling of Jesus' Parable of the Hidden Treasure. After Jesus compares God's Kingdom to a great treasure worth selling all you own to pursue, Sally Loyd-Jones reminds us that God also gave everything he had (his son) to pursue his treasure (us). I read those words to August and whispered, "You are God's treasure!" He ran from me to his dad across the … [Read more...]

Bless Thou to me my rest

The great thing about the first few weeks after delivering a child is that no one in the world expects anything of you. In fact, people are shocked if they see you out. No one in line at Starbucks wants to be told that your kid is 5 days old. It makes them uncomfortable. (Even if you explain that you have to buy a latte in order to get your parking validated because there were no spots at the pediatrician’s lot. Don’t judge me!) There’s also the whole thing with your body being in total … [Read more...]

Molly chooses the “bright side”: A Thankful Tuesday guest post

Molly Strader Hunt is one of my very favorite people in the whole world. I spent an entire year of my twenties singing the three karaoke songs we owned (in our post-college apartment) to her every night. (We didn't have many friends that year.) She is charming, passionate and one of the funniest women I've ever known. Who better to write our guest Thankful Tuesday post this week? Thank you, Molly! *  *  * Here is the truth, I have never enjoyed Thankful Tuesday.  Micha introduced me to this … [Read more...]

Why I’m going to Africa (aka: Why my family cannot be my whole world)

Friends, thank you for all of the notes and wishes this past week as we welcomed baby Brooks to our family. I am exhausted and happy and full of thankfulness. I'm also not in my most creative state. So I've asked my friend Amanda Fleming Kolman to guest post for us today. This past summer, Amanda wrote one of Mama:Monk's most-read posts of all time about her family and their experience with adoption. (If you haven't yet read it, I highly recommend.) She blogs at A Time to Dance. *  *  … [Read more...]

T-Rexy Is Here!

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Hey, Mama:Monk fans. This is Jason (Micha's brother). She and husband are currently enjoying the blissful aftermath of the birth of little T-Rexy, who entered the world this morning at 8:40 am in San Francisco. He weighed 8 lbs, 6 oz and is 20.5 inches long. His real name is Brooks Andrew. Everyone is happy and healthy. Thanks for reading, praying, and thinking about Mama:Monk. I expect she'll be back here soon, but will probably need a few days off. Feel free to leave your best wishes … [Read more...]

A Poem for Thankful Tuesday

Anna Maria Is Coming, or Maybe Thomas Barton, or Max! by Hilda Raz New life! Will he toe out like Dolly, like John? Will her eyes be fires? Blue and green, like Papa's, the ocean at the shore? Will she sing in the bath? Play piano in her diapers? Will her heart leap at large machinery? Will he say, "Dribe dribe," to his daddy, entering the tunnel? Will his hair be red? Will her hair curl? Will her little face have the circumflex eyebrows of her mother? The pointed chin? Her hair be fair, … [Read more...]

Beautiful

Last Wednesday night, as I entered the church nursery where August had been playing while I was in the Ash Wednesday service, my son looked up at me, first in joy (I love how the simplicity of my presence brings him happiness) and then in confusion. The ashes on my head were anything but subtle. I’d been toward the end of the line of a few hundred souls who’d been marked before me. Lots of forehead grease had given the ashes the distinction of looking more like ink than anything. The black … [Read more...]

My birthing mix

Friends, I know I'm not very good at talking about music. That's because I really don't know much. I do love music...I'm just not one of those people who can wax eloquent on the smoothness of the bass rifts (is that even something?). What I can talk about is lyrics and why I love them. So, in honor of today being my actual "due date" (come on, no one ever has their baby on their due date), I'm going to tell you a few of the songs (honestly most of them are hymns with rewritten music...which I … [Read more...]