Author: Holly Crawshaw

Three Mealtime Questions that Change Everything (Including the Quality of Your Food)

Just kidding about that last part, but they could change a lot of things about how you talk about faith. If your house is anything like mine, the bath time and bedtime routine can often turn into a soul-sucking vortex of blood, sweat, and tears. All evening long, I feel like I’m herding cats. But not even nice cats. I’m talking about the mean kind of cats who hiss and scratch and ignore you when you speak. Oh? No? Your kids quietly and efficiently bathe, spend 20 minutes in meaningful prayer, and tuck themselves in? In that case, MINE...

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Why I Plan to Stay Overcommitted

When did May become the new December? Is it just me, or does anyone else’s calendar for this month look like it’s been assaulted by pen scribbles? Literally, as I was shoving pizza party money into my first grader’s backpack this morning, I briefly wondered if I could hire her a personal assistant. It’s a circus around here, folks! I feel like there aren’t enough hours to squeeze it all in. There’s all those end-of-year parties, the purchasing of teacher gifts, recitals, Mother’s Day, Field Day (the WORST), Field Trip Day. . . Not to mention regular life, which...

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Where in the World: What Jesus, Paul, and Big Hair Have to Do with Faith

Here’s how faith was explained to me: “Faith is like the wind. You can’t see it, but you can see its effects.” To be blunt… #1. I hate the wind. I’m from Georgia, and my hair is big enough without the wind that makes it wilder than it already is. #2. Not everyone lives in regions where the wind’s results are visible, or, for that matter, tolerable. #3. My first point was about my hair. I thought about changing that, but honestly, it was my first thought. When I was tasked to be on a team that produced a...

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Just Put Away the Ugly Blanket

Well, friends. I may have done something halfway decent as a mama today. Hold your applause, because there’s ample time left for me to mess up my girls to the tune of thousands in therapy costs, but today…today, I actually paused before disciplining my seven-year-old, Lilah. Now. If you’ve read any of my other posts, especially Just Wear The Stupid Gym Shorts post, you know that Lilah is not a typical kid. (Which is what most moms would say about their kid, but I’m a mom. So…yeah.) Lilah is sensitive. She gets very uncomfortable by serious conversations. She brings up things...

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Tiny Crazy Mouths

It’s February. The holidays are over. All [most] of the Christmas decorations are packed away. The family goals for the New Year are written on the back of a Chik-Fil-A napkin and taped to the fridge…and for about 15 minutes, I get to sit on the sofa and overdose on Netflix and caramel popcorn. I’m debating whether or not I should watch that morally questionable reality show everyone loves when it hits me – it’s almost Valentine’s Day. Then there’s Easter. Spring Break. Family vacation. Church camp. A new school year. Thanksgiving. And. Yup. Christmas. It’s almost Christmas again....

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