Hey there! I’m Mikala—a wife, mother of 5, family doctor, well-being advocate, and the author of Ordinary on Purpose. Each month, my writing reaches millions of women, but I am thrilled to be connecting with YOU. I’m truly grateful to have you here!
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Stop ‘handing it over’ then continuing to lose sleep and micromanage what you’ve placed in God’s hands.
We’re ALL worn thin. We’re ALL about four incidents away from a meltdown. And none of us knows which number any other person is on.
This year will likely be mostly the same. Same life. Same house. Same family. Same ME.
I’m realizing I don’t want 2021 to be my year. For anything. Like finally achieving whole house organization. Or finally getting into the best shape of my life. Or finally achieving some grand purpose.
And every day instead of feeling overwhelmed, I can CHOOSE to be grateful...
Because the people I love most in the world...LIVE right here.
Maybe the next time life doesn’t go as planned, we can have faith that His perfect plans will be SO MUCH BIGGER.
When someone is sad, don’t try to fix it. Or rush it. Don’t gloss over it. Or pretend it away.
I really can’t wait to get back to normal. But I am a little suspicious I don’t want to get back to normal.
I looked at myself in the mirror just now and thought, “WHOA, I look tired.”
Your kids need a mom who laughs and cries and yells and dances and forgives and prays and hugs and loves. And LIVES!!
I can serve and love and work and pray and give the very best of myself to the task right in front of my face.
Can I just tell the truth?? This is HARD. We are struggling. And it is okay to say so.
Because even as everything changes, there is one thing that will never change…I will ALWAYS be his mom!
Yep. These moments wait for me. Just like He does. So patiently. ALL THIS BEAUTY. Ever at the ready to take my breath away. I only need to look up…and NOTICE.
It means fun and laughter and connection. And giving WHATEVER it is I have to offer without stopping to worry if it’s enough.
I never imagined anything could fill my heart like chubby little cheeks and diapered little bottoms and drooly little smiles and teeny little feet covered in footed pajamas.
