NP&G

Faith for the ordinary! Grace for the everyday! Joy around the table

Category: Motherhood

  • Three Girls Vanished on Halloween Night. But This Story Started 25 Years Earlier. I have officially fallen down the rabbit hole of writing a thriller. And this one? Oh, she’s creepy. She’s twisty. She’s full of secrets, small-town gossip, mothers who aren’t telling the truth, an abandoned section of a high school, and a Halloween…

  • It’s the little things that matter There’s just something about October that makes ordinary days feel a little more magical. Maybe it’s the cooler mornings and the leaves beginning to change. Maybe it’s pumpkins appearing on every porch, cozy blankets making their way back onto the couch, and the kids getting ridiculously excited every time…

  • Lillie Ruth Is Rocking It Being four is tough. I mean, really tough. You’re not a baby anymore, and you’ll be the first person to remind everyone of that. But you’re not quite one of the big kids either. You’re stuck somewhere in the middle—old enough to have very big opinions, but still little enough…

  • I took a picture of myself today. And almost immediately, I started picking it apart. My stomach. My face. The angle. The parts of me that looked bigger than I wanted them to look. The things I wished I could smooth, shrink, hide, or change. It’s amazing how quickly we can do that, isn’t it?…

  • 2026-2027 There’s something so special about the first day of a new homeschool year. Maybe it’s the freshly sharpened pencils and untouched workbooks. Maybe it’s the excitement of starting something new. Or maybe, in our house, it’s the combination of bed head, cinnamon rolls, first-day pictures, and swimsuits waiting for after lunch. 😂 Whatever it…

  • When Electricity “Abducts” Water

    When Electricity “Abducts” Water One of my favorite things about homeschooling is that learning doesn’t just happen during circle time or math lessons. Sometimes it happens in the kitchen…Sometimes in the car…And sometimes in the middle of a completely random conversation. Today my oldest daughter (we’ll call her S) came running up to me with…

  • Watching little girls grow up is the most beautiful kind of bittersweet. One minute they’re twirling in princess dresses, holding your hand with their tiny fingers, asking for “just one more story.” The next, they’re brushing their own hair, forming their own opinions, and teaching you a thing or two about strength and grace. There…