When God has other plans…

We made it through the doors of our “safe place.” My middles darted off to their favorite people, and on to the play space, as I grabbed a table, pulled out a bib and sippy cup to stake my claim, and balanced my one year old on my hip. I waited in line, gave our order and made my way back to our table. It was time to grab a high chair, plaster sticky mats to the table and wait on the order to come.

Just this week, as I laid out breakfast for all four boys in the cafe at church, someone asked me when we were going to get a TV–after counting out all 4 boys. I’m not sure exactly how my face looked after I processed the remark. I laughed and said we had one.

Back to Chick-fil-A… Our order finally made it, and as I opened up each box of nuggets, I noticed it. One box had an extra! Was I going to take it back? Complain about the little blessing? Of course not! And then I smiled.

I had just found out, 2 days before the encounter in the cafe at church, that baby 5 was on the way. Was I surprised?! Yes! Was God surprised?! NO! I had literally sold my infant carrier 10 days before we found out we were expecting.  I had given away maternity clothes. I had gotten rid of a lot of our baby boy outfits–someone needed to be using all those things–and I just knew they’d be rotting if I held on to them!

As I sat the boys places for lunch, and handed out the nuggets, I felt peace and excitement. Our fifth little one is just like the bonus in the box. And God’s plans are ALWAYS better than ours.

So excited for the blessing on the way. My heart is full–and my hands will be more full than ever too!


Finally sharing a post I began, the week after finding out baby five was on the way!

Push Me to the Moon

It wasn’t the first time I’ve heard it–“Push me to the moon, Momma?”

My arms were full between my purse and my one year old. My body was tired, since we’d just made it home from a late night out spent celebrating the 4th with friends, but the moment I heard those words, I resolved to push my very first baby to the moon.

My six year old is growing up too fast. I couldn’t remember the last time he asked. And it made me sad. The days get so busy, and it’s easy to say no. I’m tired, worn out, and ready for rest, but what if it’s the last time he asks? I know it could have been the last time I heard “Push me to the moon,” so I didn’t want to miss my chance.

I put Gad down, sat my purse on the floor, and I stepped back out on to the porch and watched as Asher skipped back to the swing. The tire swing he got from Naunie and Papa is on display right in the corner of our front yard. The boys have made lots of memories on it.

I walked across the yard and started to push my first baby. I reminisced on the many times I’ve pushed our boys in this spot. Asher had a smile on his face and kept asking me to push him higher. I pushed him as high as I could with what little energy I had left, and he was satisfied. And so was I, I got to push my baby to the moon one more time.

It made my heart happy that I got one more chance. I may get to hear those words from his lips again, or that may have been the last time. I paused long enough to get a quick pic. I didn’t want to forget this moment. On this journey of Motherhood, some of those last times will slip us by, we won’t notice them until we look back, but sometimes we have the chance to soak them up.

I’m doing my best to be present. I’m doing my best to notice those last moments, before they’re gone.

“Push me to the moon, Momma!”


What’s Your Word?

I was standing in the kitchen, making spaghetti for dinner, and I’d been mulling over what my “word” for the year should be. I’d seen so many friends post their word, and I almost wanted to “steal” a few of theirs, but none of them just clicked with me.

I started stirring the sauce, as it bubbled on the burner, and then it hit me. God gave me my word. He gently dropped it on my mind and in my heart…and I knew…


Simply glorify.


 to make glorious by bestowing honor, praise, or admiration

I’m to focus on glorifying HIM. Every moment of EVERY day. Not just when it’s easy. Not just when I feel like it, but at ALL times.

I pray this becomes the theme of my life, not just this year, but for the rest of my days. May I intentionally and purposefully glorify God in all I do. I have 4 little ones watching, and I want to set the best example I can!

What’s your word for the year?




Hands Full. Heart Full.

hands full. Heart FULL. This community was born out of a passion for momma’s who have their hands full–whether your little one is on the way, or you already have seven at home, this is for YOU! Our hands may be full, but our hearts are too.

I’m Momma to four little blessings—and yes they’re all boys! Having 4 little guys in 4 years has stretched me no doubt! It’s true…My hands are full. Some days I feel like there’s just not enough me to go around. I’m far from a perfect Momma, but I’m thankful that each day, I know I’m becoming a better one. I’m so thankful that God gives us the strength and grace we need to make it day by day!

When we are out and about I often hear “You sure have your hands full!” And it’s true–I really do! My simple reply to this observation has been for quite some time “Hands full. Heart FULL!” So here’s to us–the Momma’s who have full hearts and full hands!!! The days are long (some waaaaay longer than others), but the years are short! I hope this community brings you encouragement and inspiration!

It was actually late one night, that God dropped this community on my heart. I was up in the middle of the night, nursing my barely one month old little Gad, when He gave me a vision and passion for a community of Mommas that encourage, uplift and inspire one another. I have so many dreams and ideas, that I can’t wait to see come to life. I can’t wait to share more and more with y’all. Thanks for coming along for the ride–I know it’s gonna be a great one!