About Missy

Hi, I’m Missy.
I always wanted to be…a mom.

I was born with the energy of a glitter covered bouncing ball…that obnoxiously flashes neon lights.

I just KNEW…that Missy the bouncing ball of fun? She was going to the the PERFECT MOM.

I just KNEW…I was going to absolutely ROCK that mom life.

Well, as it turns out, mom life is a hell of a lot harder than I ever imagined.

**Cue humble pie**

Turns out, I also never swore till I became a mom. (Because have you ever stepped on a lego after being up all night with a screaming baby? Or dropped that casserole you tried so damn hard to make and have hot right at dinner time?)

Turns out the mom life I THOUGHT was going to be a fun, natural, fulfilling, magical, love fest?

Well, that mom life much more closely resembles a battle field where I am staggering around wounded, desperate to feel like I’m winning, when I actually feel like I’m about to fall over and die.

**dramatic much** ?

Turns out, that PICTURE PERFECT version of a mom that I just KNEW I would be?

Well, I’m not even CLOSE.
Not even on the same PLANET.
Not even in the same galaxy.

Somewhere in the last 17 years of motherhood, crying, yelling, not sleeping, guilting myself, shaming myself, and mourning the loss of the Mary Poppins version of myself, I FOUND MYSELF.

I FOUND my REAL SELF.

The raw, the vulnerable, the flawed, the human, the miraculous version of myself.

Turns out? I like her better.

Somewhere in the past few years of diapers, tantrums, story times, park days, zoo days, beach days, potty training, birthdays, and sassy mouthed tweens and teens, I found MY REAL MOTHERHOOD.

The difficult, exhausting, soul stretching, overwhelming, glorious, grace filled, PRESENT MOMENT OF MOTHERHOOD.

Turns out? I like THIS Motherhood better.

Somewhere in the last few years of struggle, guilt, tears, pain, grief, anger, fear and forgiveness. I found JESUS

The friend, the comforter, the jokester, the gentle, the endlessly present and the “just come fall Into to my arms and let me love you already”, JESUS.

I found, MY JESUS. I like HIM BEST!

Somewhere in there, I began to breathe again.

I began to love myself for the messy, imperfect, struggling human that I am.

I began to see struggle differently.

I began to enjoy motherhood without crushing perfectionism.

I began to allow myself to just TRUST my Jesus to walk me through mom life and TEACH ME, rather than constantly INSISTING “that it was supposed to look the way I wanted.”

Somewhere in there I began to allow myself to see GODS IMMEASURABLE GLORY in my mess.

I began allowing my JESUS to take my mess of motherhood, and is help me to see it for the, humbling, fulfilling, miraculous experience that it is.

Somewhere in there, I began to believe that I actually can ROCK THAT MOM LIFE.

And that if looks NOTHING like the mom life I imagine.

Turns out, I Rock THIS MOM LIFE BETTER!

This blog is my attempt to give moms a space to be reminded that THIS MESS of MOTHERHOOD?

THIS IS GOD’S GLORY.

This is my attempt to help other moms SEE that even when they don’t FEEL like they do, THEY ROCK THAT MOM LIFE TOO!

This is my place to pour out my heart AND my hurt.

Because if you have a heart? You have hurt too.

This is my place to say “Jesus LOVES YOU”!!

This is my place to SCREAM that being a “good mom” doesn’t mean that you do it perfectly, or even WELL somedays.

This is my place to say…YOU CAN TRUST that ALL IS WELL because our JESUS is walking with us every step of the way.

Even when we push him away.

This is my place to say that we ROCK that MOM life, not by showing off our “perfect motherhood ” but by making our lives STRONG through the LOVE of JESUS.

IT MEANS that through GRACE, We can hold our heads high because HE IS OUR JESUS!

This my friends, is my “Grace Space”

It is where I walk my messy motherhood road with Jesus.

I open it up to you.
Because MOMS need friends.

And, friends, most we absolutely, most desperately, need JESUS.

So Come on in.

Bring your mess.

You can sit with us ❤️

I want you to find YOUR JESUS.

I want to sit with you in YOUR Grace Space.

I want you to know, that you Rock at mom life too.

I will take you with your mess, if you’ll take me in mine.

And together, we will hold “Grace Space” for each other.

XO,
Missy