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Lately, I’ve been feeling all wrong, like I’m in the wrong skin, and all my clothes no longer fit. I used to be curvy with a flat tummy, but the mom bod had gifted me a tummy, and while I exercise to get my shape back, I still have to dress for my present body type. Many mothers go through this. I call it fashion ecdysis, the process of moulting and becoming, accepting the new you, and becoming comfortable in your skin. I’ll be sharing some tips that help. 2 Exercise. It doesn’t have to be anything intense. As little as…
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When I became a mother, I expected to be tired. I expected a bit of the baby blues. I expected the diaper changes, the bottle washing, and long nights blurring into short days. But I didn’t expect loneliness to wrap around me like a second skin. I didn’t expect to cry in the shower, not just from sadness, but from the sheer weight of doing it all… alone. Mothering far from home or without a village is a different kind of hard.No aunties are knocking at your door.No neighbors showing up with hot food.No grandma offering to rock the baby…
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Rebecca’s Whisper “Run! Don’t look back”, I whispered softly, squeezing my son to my bosom one last time. I watched him run into the inky night with nothing more than a satchel across his back as the sobs rocked my body. My beloved son. As his figure disappeared into the shadows, my mind drifted back to where it all began; a cool, windy evening as the desert winds howled, and the orange sun dipped low in the sky lower in the sky. The bleating of the sheep rang out, blending into a chorus with another herd nearby. I led my father’s sheep to the well with my pitcher across my shoulder. It had been a hot day, and the sheep…
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Alone, pregnant and running from pain, Hagar found herself in the wilderness- forgotten by people but remembered by God. Hagar's story reminds us that even in our deserts. God sees. He hears. He provides