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I am seeing some new faces around here, and let’s be honest, my ENTIRE LIFE has changed in the last couple of years , so I think it’s time for a little round of speed-friendship (it’s like speed dating, but not, because I’m married now, hey-yooo). So, if you’ve been around for a while, oh my gosh hi I’ve missed you how are you?! If you’re a new face around here, yay, and hi!

I am seeing some new faces around here, and let’s be honest, my ENTIRE LIFE has changed in the last couple of years , so I think it’s time for a little round of speed-friendship (it’s like speed dating, but not, because I’m married now, hey-yooo). So, if you’ve been around for a while, oh my gosh hi I’ve missed you how are you?! If you’re a new face around here, yay, and hi!

I am seeing some new faces around here, and let’s be honest, my ENTIRE LIFE has changed in the last couple of years , so I think it’s time for a little round of speed-friendship (it’s like speed dating, but not, because I’m married now, hey-yooo). So, if you’ve been around for a while, oh my gosh hi I’ve missed you how are you?! If you’re a new face around here, yay, and hi!

I am seeing some new faces around here, and let’s be honest, my ENTIRE LIFE has changed in the last couple of years , so I think it’s time for a little round of speed-friendship (it’s like speed dating, but not, because I’m married now, hey-yooo). So, if you’ve been around for a while, oh my gosh hi I’ve missed you how are you?! If you’re a new face around here, yay, and hi!

I am seeing some new faces around here, and let’s be honest, my ENTIRE LIFE has changed in the last couple of years , so I think it’s time for a little round of speed-friendship (it’s like speed dating, but not, because I’m married now, hey-yooo). So, if you’ve been around for a while, oh my gosh hi I’ve missed you how are you?! If you’re a new face around here, yay, and hi!

I am seeing some new faces around here, and let’s be honest, my ENTIRE LIFE has changed in the last couple of years , so I think it’s time for a little round of speed-friendship (it’s like speed dating, but not, because I’m married now, hey-yooo). So, if you’ve been around for a while, oh my gosh hi I’ve missed you how are you?! If you’re a new face around here, yay, and hi!

You could be the answer to someone’s prayers!@elyse shares how @hollywagnerla became the answer to her mom’s prayers in a season of transition. The way you love, show up, and care for others could mean more than you realize—it might be exactly what someone has been praying for.

You can watch this full conversation, “Stand on God’s Promise,” on the TBN+ app and our website. Season 8, Episode 1164

Six months old today and I cannot cope. Not sure if it’s a stroke, a heart attack, but probably neither, just this new love I don’t have words for but now cannot live without.

Laker Bear Mahan, I’ll never get over you. 💙

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Two weeks late on this post, which feels deeply on brand. I’d love to be the kind of person who posts a beautifully processed recap in real time, but unfortunately I am processing life more like a tech startup in Silicon Valley… trying really hard not to become a Hulu documentary.

Or something like that.
Anyways… this is me circling back.
Because wow, this trip.

Devoted and Wave church were never going to feel casual for me. Too much history. Too much life. Our families go all the way back to Australia. And now after all the years, the loop de loops, the ministry life and the actual life, we’re together again… with babies in our arms. That alone would’ve been enough.

But then to be asked to preach… at this place and with those people who have been so formative for me. Having my parents there. Being with Uncle Steve and Aunty Sharon. Seeing people who’ve known so many versions of me, now meeting Tim and Laker.

It just felt so kind of God.

And what I can’t stop coming back to is this.. That even in the seasons where I felt unclear, off-course, or like I had fumbled the favour, God never treated my calling like it was fragile.

He kept it. He kept me.

And I’m grateful in a way that feels deeper than excitement. It’s more settled than that. More certain than that.

So yeah, I’m more grateful than I know how to put into words… but this is my attempt.

PS. In the photo of Pastor Aunty Sharon praying for me before I preached, that hand holding onto me is Tim’s. And that is a picture that says, not a thousand words, but every word I could ever think of, and then every word I couldn’t.

Doing this with him is every bit of the prize. And I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to forget that.

Two weeks late on this post, which feels deeply on brand. I’d love to be the kind of person who posts a beautifully processed recap in real time, but unfortunately I am processing life more like a tech startup in Silicon Valley… trying really hard not to become a Hulu documentary.

Or something like that.
Anyways… this is me circling back.
Because wow, this trip.

Devoted and Wave church were never going to feel casual for me. Too much history. Too much life. Our families go all the way back to Australia. And now after all the years, the loop de loops, the ministry life and the actual life, we’re together again… with babies in our arms. That alone would’ve been enough.

But then to be asked to preach… at this place and with those people who have been so formative for me. Having my parents there. Being with Uncle Steve and Aunty Sharon. Seeing people who’ve known so many versions of me, now meeting Tim and Laker.

It just felt so kind of God.

And what I can’t stop coming back to is this.. That even in the seasons where I felt unclear, off-course, or like I had fumbled the favour, God never treated my calling like it was fragile.

He kept it. He kept me.

And I’m grateful in a way that feels deeper than excitement. It’s more settled than that. More certain than that.

So yeah, I’m more grateful than I know how to put into words… but this is my attempt.

PS. In the photo of Pastor Aunty Sharon praying for me before I preached, that hand holding onto me is Tim’s. And that is a picture that says, not a thousand words, but every word I could ever think of, and then every word I couldn’t.

Doing this with him is every bit of the prize. And I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to forget that.

Two weeks late on this post, which feels deeply on brand. I’d love to be the kind of person who posts a beautifully processed recap in real time, but unfortunately I am processing life more like a tech startup in Silicon Valley… trying really hard not to become a Hulu documentary.

Or something like that.
Anyways… this is me circling back.
Because wow, this trip.

Devoted and Wave church were never going to feel casual for me. Too much history. Too much life. Our families go all the way back to Australia. And now after all the years, the loop de loops, the ministry life and the actual life, we’re together again… with babies in our arms. That alone would’ve been enough.

But then to be asked to preach… at this place and with those people who have been so formative for me. Having my parents there. Being with Uncle Steve and Aunty Sharon. Seeing people who’ve known so many versions of me, now meeting Tim and Laker.

It just felt so kind of God.

And what I can’t stop coming back to is this.. That even in the seasons where I felt unclear, off-course, or like I had fumbled the favour, God never treated my calling like it was fragile.

He kept it. He kept me.

And I’m grateful in a way that feels deeper than excitement. It’s more settled than that. More certain than that.

So yeah, I’m more grateful than I know how to put into words… but this is my attempt.

PS. In the photo of Pastor Aunty Sharon praying for me before I preached, that hand holding onto me is Tim’s. And that is a picture that says, not a thousand words, but every word I could ever think of, and then every word I couldn’t.

Doing this with him is every bit of the prize. And I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to forget that.

Two weeks late on this post, which feels deeply on brand. I’d love to be the kind of person who posts a beautifully processed recap in real time, but unfortunately I am processing life more like a tech startup in Silicon Valley… trying really hard not to become a Hulu documentary.

Or something like that.
Anyways… this is me circling back.
Because wow, this trip.

Devoted and Wave church were never going to feel casual for me. Too much history. Too much life. Our families go all the way back to Australia. And now after all the years, the loop de loops, the ministry life and the actual life, we’re together again… with babies in our arms. That alone would’ve been enough.

But then to be asked to preach… at this place and with those people who have been so formative for me. Having my parents there. Being with Uncle Steve and Aunty Sharon. Seeing people who’ve known so many versions of me, now meeting Tim and Laker.

It just felt so kind of God.

And what I can’t stop coming back to is this.. That even in the seasons where I felt unclear, off-course, or like I had fumbled the favour, God never treated my calling like it was fragile.

He kept it. He kept me.

And I’m grateful in a way that feels deeper than excitement. It’s more settled than that. More certain than that.

So yeah, I’m more grateful than I know how to put into words… but this is my attempt.

PS. In the photo of Pastor Aunty Sharon praying for me before I preached, that hand holding onto me is Tim’s. And that is a picture that says, not a thousand words, but every word I could ever think of, and then every word I couldn’t.

Doing this with him is every bit of the prize. And I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to forget that.

Two weeks late on this post, which feels deeply on brand. I’d love to be the kind of person who posts a beautifully processed recap in real time, but unfortunately I am processing life more like a tech startup in Silicon Valley… trying really hard not to become a Hulu documentary.

Or something like that.
Anyways… this is me circling back.
Because wow, this trip.

Devoted and Wave church were never going to feel casual for me. Too much history. Too much life. Our families go all the way back to Australia. And now after all the years, the loop de loops, the ministry life and the actual life, we’re together again… with babies in our arms. That alone would’ve been enough.

But then to be asked to preach… at this place and with those people who have been so formative for me. Having my parents there. Being with Uncle Steve and Aunty Sharon. Seeing people who’ve known so many versions of me, now meeting Tim and Laker.

It just felt so kind of God.

And what I can’t stop coming back to is this.. That even in the seasons where I felt unclear, off-course, or like I had fumbled the favour, God never treated my calling like it was fragile.

He kept it. He kept me.

And I’m grateful in a way that feels deeper than excitement. It’s more settled than that. More certain than that.

So yeah, I’m more grateful than I know how to put into words… but this is my attempt.

PS. In the photo of Pastor Aunty Sharon praying for me before I preached, that hand holding onto me is Tim’s. And that is a picture that says, not a thousand words, but every word I could ever think of, and then every word I couldn’t.

Doing this with him is every bit of the prize. And I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to forget that.

Two weeks late on this post, which feels deeply on brand. I’d love to be the kind of person who posts a beautifully processed recap in real time, but unfortunately I am processing life more like a tech startup in Silicon Valley… trying really hard not to become a Hulu documentary.

Or something like that.
Anyways… this is me circling back.
Because wow, this trip.

Devoted and Wave church were never going to feel casual for me. Too much history. Too much life. Our families go all the way back to Australia. And now after all the years, the loop de loops, the ministry life and the actual life, we’re together again… with babies in our arms. That alone would’ve been enough.

But then to be asked to preach… at this place and with those people who have been so formative for me. Having my parents there. Being with Uncle Steve and Aunty Sharon. Seeing people who’ve known so many versions of me, now meeting Tim and Laker.

It just felt so kind of God.

And what I can’t stop coming back to is this.. That even in the seasons where I felt unclear, off-course, or like I had fumbled the favour, God never treated my calling like it was fragile.

He kept it. He kept me.

And I’m grateful in a way that feels deeper than excitement. It’s more settled than that. More certain than that.

So yeah, I’m more grateful than I know how to put into words… but this is my attempt.

PS. In the photo of Pastor Aunty Sharon praying for me before I preached, that hand holding onto me is Tim’s. And that is a picture that says, not a thousand words, but every word I could ever think of, and then every word I couldn’t.

Doing this with him is every bit of the prize. And I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to forget that.

Two weeks late on this post, which feels deeply on brand. I’d love to be the kind of person who posts a beautifully processed recap in real time, but unfortunately I am processing life more like a tech startup in Silicon Valley… trying really hard not to become a Hulu documentary.

Or something like that.
Anyways… this is me circling back.
Because wow, this trip.

Devoted and Wave church were never going to feel casual for me. Too much history. Too much life. Our families go all the way back to Australia. And now after all the years, the loop de loops, the ministry life and the actual life, we’re together again… with babies in our arms. That alone would’ve been enough.

But then to be asked to preach… at this place and with those people who have been so formative for me. Having my parents there. Being with Uncle Steve and Aunty Sharon. Seeing people who’ve known so many versions of me, now meeting Tim and Laker.

It just felt so kind of God.

And what I can’t stop coming back to is this.. That even in the seasons where I felt unclear, off-course, or like I had fumbled the favour, God never treated my calling like it was fragile.

He kept it. He kept me.

And I’m grateful in a way that feels deeper than excitement. It’s more settled than that. More certain than that.

So yeah, I’m more grateful than I know how to put into words… but this is my attempt.

PS. In the photo of Pastor Aunty Sharon praying for me before I preached, that hand holding onto me is Tim’s. And that is a picture that says, not a thousand words, but every word I could ever think of, and then every word I couldn’t.

Doing this with him is every bit of the prize. And I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to forget that.

Two weeks late on this post, which feels deeply on brand. I’d love to be the kind of person who posts a beautifully processed recap in real time, but unfortunately I am processing life more like a tech startup in Silicon Valley… trying really hard not to become a Hulu documentary.

Or something like that.
Anyways… this is me circling back.
Because wow, this trip.

Devoted and Wave church were never going to feel casual for me. Too much history. Too much life. Our families go all the way back to Australia. And now after all the years, the loop de loops, the ministry life and the actual life, we’re together again… with babies in our arms. That alone would’ve been enough.

But then to be asked to preach… at this place and with those people who have been so formative for me. Having my parents there. Being with Uncle Steve and Aunty Sharon. Seeing people who’ve known so many versions of me, now meeting Tim and Laker.

It just felt so kind of God.

And what I can’t stop coming back to is this.. That even in the seasons where I felt unclear, off-course, or like I had fumbled the favour, God never treated my calling like it was fragile.

He kept it. He kept me.

And I’m grateful in a way that feels deeper than excitement. It’s more settled than that. More certain than that.

So yeah, I’m more grateful than I know how to put into words… but this is my attempt.

PS. In the photo of Pastor Aunty Sharon praying for me before I preached, that hand holding onto me is Tim’s. And that is a picture that says, not a thousand words, but every word I could ever think of, and then every word I couldn’t.

Doing this with him is every bit of the prize. And I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to forget that.

Two weeks late on this post, which feels deeply on brand. I’d love to be the kind of person who posts a beautifully processed recap in real time, but unfortunately I am processing life more like a tech startup in Silicon Valley… trying really hard not to become a Hulu documentary.

Or something like that.
Anyways… this is me circling back.
Because wow, this trip.

Devoted and Wave church were never going to feel casual for me. Too much history. Too much life. Our families go all the way back to Australia. And now after all the years, the loop de loops, the ministry life and the actual life, we’re together again… with babies in our arms. That alone would’ve been enough.

But then to be asked to preach… at this place and with those people who have been so formative for me. Having my parents there. Being with Uncle Steve and Aunty Sharon. Seeing people who’ve known so many versions of me, now meeting Tim and Laker.

It just felt so kind of God.

And what I can’t stop coming back to is this.. That even in the seasons where I felt unclear, off-course, or like I had fumbled the favour, God never treated my calling like it was fragile.

He kept it. He kept me.

And I’m grateful in a way that feels deeper than excitement. It’s more settled than that. More certain than that.

So yeah, I’m more grateful than I know how to put into words… but this is my attempt.

PS. In the photo of Pastor Aunty Sharon praying for me before I preached, that hand holding onto me is Tim’s. And that is a picture that says, not a thousand words, but every word I could ever think of, and then every word I couldn’t.

Doing this with him is every bit of the prize. And I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to forget that.

Two weeks late on this post, which feels deeply on brand. I’d love to be the kind of person who posts a beautifully processed recap in real time, but unfortunately I am processing life more like a tech startup in Silicon Valley… trying really hard not to become a Hulu documentary.

Or something like that.
Anyways… this is me circling back.
Because wow, this trip.

Devoted and Wave church were never going to feel casual for me. Too much history. Too much life. Our families go all the way back to Australia. And now after all the years, the loop de loops, the ministry life and the actual life, we’re together again… with babies in our arms. That alone would’ve been enough.

But then to be asked to preach… at this place and with those people who have been so formative for me. Having my parents there. Being with Uncle Steve and Aunty Sharon. Seeing people who’ve known so many versions of me, now meeting Tim and Laker.

It just felt so kind of God.

And what I can’t stop coming back to is this.. That even in the seasons where I felt unclear, off-course, or like I had fumbled the favour, God never treated my calling like it was fragile.

He kept it. He kept me.

And I’m grateful in a way that feels deeper than excitement. It’s more settled than that. More certain than that.

So yeah, I’m more grateful than I know how to put into words… but this is my attempt.

PS. In the photo of Pastor Aunty Sharon praying for me before I preached, that hand holding onto me is Tim’s. And that is a picture that says, not a thousand words, but every word I could ever think of, and then every word I couldn’t.

Doing this with him is every bit of the prize. And I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to forget that.

MOVE Midweek Moment: Devotional Thought w/ @elyse ✨

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We’re really intentional about what we let into our home.

So when we saw a story about a single dad who’s a pastor meeting a divorced woman and figuring out faith and family… we paid attention.

It felt familiar in the best way. Real. Honest. Hopeful.

We’re grateful for entertainment that reflects life with grace — not cynicism — and actually sparks good conversations at home.

You can watch the first episode of It’s Not Like That free and start a free 7-day trial using the link in our bio.

It might be exactly the kind of family night you’ve been looking for 🤍

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I don’t just want my kids to know church, I want them to know God.

Watching them worship alongside thousands of young adults reminds me:
what we model, they multiply.

We stand on the shoulders of faithful leaders… and our children are watching how we stand.

Lord, let our faith be real enough to pass down.

I don’t just want my kids to know church, I want them to know God.

Watching them worship alongside thousands of young adults reminds me:
what we model, they multiply.

We stand on the shoulders of faithful leaders… and our children are watching how we stand.

Lord, let our faith be real enough to pass down.

I don’t just want my kids to know church, I want them to know God.

Watching them worship alongside thousands of young adults reminds me:
what we model, they multiply.

We stand on the shoulders of faithful leaders… and our children are watching how we stand.

Lord, let our faith be real enough to pass down.

I don’t just want my kids to know church, I want them to know God.

Watching them worship alongside thousands of young adults reminds me:
what we model, they multiply.

We stand on the shoulders of faithful leaders… and our children are watching how we stand.

Lord, let our faith be real enough to pass down.

I don’t just want my kids to know church, I want them to know God.

Watching them worship alongside thousands of young adults reminds me:
what we model, they multiply.

We stand on the shoulders of faithful leaders… and our children are watching how we stand.

Lord, let our faith be real enough to pass down.

I don’t just want my kids to know church, I want them to know God.

Watching them worship alongside thousands of young adults reminds me:
what we model, they multiply.

We stand on the shoulders of faithful leaders… and our children are watching how we stand.

Lord, let our faith be real enough to pass down.

I don’t just want my kids to know church, I want them to know God.

Watching them worship alongside thousands of young adults reminds me:
what we model, they multiply.

We stand on the shoulders of faithful leaders… and our children are watching how we stand.

Lord, let our faith be real enough to pass down.

I have a few things to say:

1. The first photo is the greatest photo of any baby, ever.

2. It’s been three months since Laker Bear Mahan came into the world and I will never, ever, ever be the same.

3. It’s true, what they say. The time really does go so fast. And I really didn’t know what tired was before. And my heart really will never recover from this love. And he really does pee on me so often. And being his mum really is the greatest thing I will ever do. It’s all so, so true.

4. Our family was waiting for him, even when we didn’t realize it. The girls are obsessed with him unlike anything I’ve ever seen (enjoy the collage 😂) and my husband is the greatest dad this side of heaven. I’m so grateful. Just so, so grateful, that God chose me to be his mum. I’ll never get over it.

5. Enjoy these moments from the first three months. This little boy is everything beautiful in this broken word.

6. I don’t know much, but I do know this.. I’m living in the good old days right now.

I have a few things to say:

1. The first photo is the greatest photo of any baby, ever.

2. It’s been three months since Laker Bear Mahan came into the world and I will never, ever, ever be the same.

3. It’s true, what they say. The time really does go so fast. And I really didn’t know what tired was before. And my heart really will never recover from this love. And he really does pee on me so often. And being his mum really is the greatest thing I will ever do. It’s all so, so true.

4. Our family was waiting for him, even when we didn’t realize it. The girls are obsessed with him unlike anything I’ve ever seen (enjoy the collage 😂) and my husband is the greatest dad this side of heaven. I’m so grateful. Just so, so grateful, that God chose me to be his mum. I’ll never get over it.

5. Enjoy these moments from the first three months. This little boy is everything beautiful in this broken word.

6. I don’t know much, but I do know this.. I’m living in the good old days right now.

I have a few things to say:

1. The first photo is the greatest photo of any baby, ever.

2. It’s been three months since Laker Bear Mahan came into the world and I will never, ever, ever be the same.

3. It’s true, what they say. The time really does go so fast. And I really didn’t know what tired was before. And my heart really will never recover from this love. And he really does pee on me so often. And being his mum really is the greatest thing I will ever do. It’s all so, so true.

4. Our family was waiting for him, even when we didn’t realize it. The girls are obsessed with him unlike anything I’ve ever seen (enjoy the collage 😂) and my husband is the greatest dad this side of heaven. I’m so grateful. Just so, so grateful, that God chose me to be his mum. I’ll never get over it.

5. Enjoy these moments from the first three months. This little boy is everything beautiful in this broken word.

6. I don’t know much, but I do know this.. I’m living in the good old days right now.

I have a few things to say:

1. The first photo is the greatest photo of any baby, ever.

2. It’s been three months since Laker Bear Mahan came into the world and I will never, ever, ever be the same.

3. It’s true, what they say. The time really does go so fast. And I really didn’t know what tired was before. And my heart really will never recover from this love. And he really does pee on me so often. And being his mum really is the greatest thing I will ever do. It’s all so, so true.

4. Our family was waiting for him, even when we didn’t realize it. The girls are obsessed with him unlike anything I’ve ever seen (enjoy the collage 😂) and my husband is the greatest dad this side of heaven. I’m so grateful. Just so, so grateful, that God chose me to be his mum. I’ll never get over it.

5. Enjoy these moments from the first three months. This little boy is everything beautiful in this broken word.

6. I don’t know much, but I do know this.. I’m living in the good old days right now.

I have a few things to say:

1. The first photo is the greatest photo of any baby, ever.

2. It’s been three months since Laker Bear Mahan came into the world and I will never, ever, ever be the same.

3. It’s true, what they say. The time really does go so fast. And I really didn’t know what tired was before. And my heart really will never recover from this love. And he really does pee on me so often. And being his mum really is the greatest thing I will ever do. It’s all so, so true.

4. Our family was waiting for him, even when we didn’t realize it. The girls are obsessed with him unlike anything I’ve ever seen (enjoy the collage 😂) and my husband is the greatest dad this side of heaven. I’m so grateful. Just so, so grateful, that God chose me to be his mum. I’ll never get over it.

5. Enjoy these moments from the first three months. This little boy is everything beautiful in this broken word.

6. I don’t know much, but I do know this.. I’m living in the good old days right now.

I have a few things to say:

1. The first photo is the greatest photo of any baby, ever.

2. It’s been three months since Laker Bear Mahan came into the world and I will never, ever, ever be the same.

3. It’s true, what they say. The time really does go so fast. And I really didn’t know what tired was before. And my heart really will never recover from this love. And he really does pee on me so often. And being his mum really is the greatest thing I will ever do. It’s all so, so true.

4. Our family was waiting for him, even when we didn’t realize it. The girls are obsessed with him unlike anything I’ve ever seen (enjoy the collage 😂) and my husband is the greatest dad this side of heaven. I’m so grateful. Just so, so grateful, that God chose me to be his mum. I’ll never get over it.

5. Enjoy these moments from the first three months. This little boy is everything beautiful in this broken word.

6. I don’t know much, but I do know this.. I’m living in the good old days right now.

I have a few things to say:

1. The first photo is the greatest photo of any baby, ever.

2. It’s been three months since Laker Bear Mahan came into the world and I will never, ever, ever be the same.

3. It’s true, what they say. The time really does go so fast. And I really didn’t know what tired was before. And my heart really will never recover from this love. And he really does pee on me so often. And being his mum really is the greatest thing I will ever do. It’s all so, so true.

4. Our family was waiting for him, even when we didn’t realize it. The girls are obsessed with him unlike anything I’ve ever seen (enjoy the collage 😂) and my husband is the greatest dad this side of heaven. I’m so grateful. Just so, so grateful, that God chose me to be his mum. I’ll never get over it.

5. Enjoy these moments from the first three months. This little boy is everything beautiful in this broken word.

6. I don’t know much, but I do know this.. I’m living in the good old days right now.

I have a few things to say:

1. The first photo is the greatest photo of any baby, ever.

2. It’s been three months since Laker Bear Mahan came into the world and I will never, ever, ever be the same.

3. It’s true, what they say. The time really does go so fast. And I really didn’t know what tired was before. And my heart really will never recover from this love. And he really does pee on me so often. And being his mum really is the greatest thing I will ever do. It’s all so, so true.

4. Our family was waiting for him, even when we didn’t realize it. The girls are obsessed with him unlike anything I’ve ever seen (enjoy the collage 😂) and my husband is the greatest dad this side of heaven. I’m so grateful. Just so, so grateful, that God chose me to be his mum. I’ll never get over it.

5. Enjoy these moments from the first three months. This little boy is everything beautiful in this broken word.

6. I don’t know much, but I do know this.. I’m living in the good old days right now.

I have a few things to say:

1. The first photo is the greatest photo of any baby, ever.

2. It’s been three months since Laker Bear Mahan came into the world and I will never, ever, ever be the same.

3. It’s true, what they say. The time really does go so fast. And I really didn’t know what tired was before. And my heart really will never recover from this love. And he really does pee on me so often. And being his mum really is the greatest thing I will ever do. It’s all so, so true.

4. Our family was waiting for him, even when we didn’t realize it. The girls are obsessed with him unlike anything I’ve ever seen (enjoy the collage 😂) and my husband is the greatest dad this side of heaven. I’m so grateful. Just so, so grateful, that God chose me to be his mum. I’ll never get over it.

5. Enjoy these moments from the first three months. This little boy is everything beautiful in this broken word.

6. I don’t know much, but I do know this.. I’m living in the good old days right now.

We’re home from CPC… and the to-do lists are already staring back at us.
Call-outs for Sunday are rolling in.
The “fill-in-the-blank” demands our attention again.

It can be so easy to slip back into discouragement. We just heard incredible speakers, left with fresh ideas, new resources, and renewed passion—yet the reality is, Sunday is always coming. And the everyday demands can try to drown all of that out.

But like @elyse said: in every season, there will be miracles and meltdowns—and we get to choose what we focus on.

What you focus on will define the entire season. So don’t lose sight of what God did in your life last week. Keep it in front of you alongside the meltdowns.

Unleash your resilience.

#cpc26 #kidmin

My entire life will be split into time before and after 2025. Laker Bear has changed everything and added a chapter to our story that makes every single thing in life better by a billion.

Two years ago I was celebrating new years single (celebrating being a loose term, I was in bed with the flu haha). And now? Now I am surrounded by my husband and three kids.

Don’t tell me God doesn’t know what He is doing.

For the one ending another year with disappointed dreams, I see you. I’ve been there. And I’m just reminding you that after the seasons of silence, there is a suddenly. And i’m believing 2026 is yours.

Happy new years friends. Love you. Mean it.

Soaking up every surreal, sleepless, baby-bubble moment.

The birthing process was scary and crazy (I’ll fill you in soon, pinky promise) but it feels like a fever dream now that I’m staring at the faithfulness of God in tiny, human form staring up at me. Couldn’t imagine our new family of five without little bear, and so grateful that he has the best big sisters in the world. They’re obsessed and I’m obsessed with their obsession.

New parenting hack (brought to you by our 5 and 7 year old in the final slide) and honestly? I can’t fault it. I’ll use the laundry basket for its original purpose again.

Back to my bubble now 🤍

Soaking up every surreal, sleepless, baby-bubble moment.

The birthing process was scary and crazy (I’ll fill you in soon, pinky promise) but it feels like a fever dream now that I’m staring at the faithfulness of God in tiny, human form staring up at me. Couldn’t imagine our new family of five without little bear, and so grateful that he has the best big sisters in the world. They’re obsessed and I’m obsessed with their obsession.

New parenting hack (brought to you by our 5 and 7 year old in the final slide) and honestly? I can’t fault it. I’ll use the laundry basket for its original purpose again.

Back to my bubble now 🤍

Soaking up every surreal, sleepless, baby-bubble moment.

The birthing process was scary and crazy (I’ll fill you in soon, pinky promise) but it feels like a fever dream now that I’m staring at the faithfulness of God in tiny, human form staring up at me. Couldn’t imagine our new family of five without little bear, and so grateful that he has the best big sisters in the world. They’re obsessed and I’m obsessed with their obsession.

New parenting hack (brought to you by our 5 and 7 year old in the final slide) and honestly? I can’t fault it. I’ll use the laundry basket for its original purpose again.

Back to my bubble now 🤍

Soaking up every surreal, sleepless, baby-bubble moment.

The birthing process was scary and crazy (I’ll fill you in soon, pinky promise) but it feels like a fever dream now that I’m staring at the faithfulness of God in tiny, human form staring up at me. Couldn’t imagine our new family of five without little bear, and so grateful that he has the best big sisters in the world. They’re obsessed and I’m obsessed with their obsession.

New parenting hack (brought to you by our 5 and 7 year old in the final slide) and honestly? I can’t fault it. I’ll use the laundry basket for its original purpose again.

Back to my bubble now 🤍

Soaking up every surreal, sleepless, baby-bubble moment.

The birthing process was scary and crazy (I’ll fill you in soon, pinky promise) but it feels like a fever dream now that I’m staring at the faithfulness of God in tiny, human form staring up at me. Couldn’t imagine our new family of five without little bear, and so grateful that he has the best big sisters in the world. They’re obsessed and I’m obsessed with their obsession.

New parenting hack (brought to you by our 5 and 7 year old in the final slide) and honestly? I can’t fault it. I’ll use the laundry basket for its original purpose again.

Back to my bubble now 🤍

Soaking up every surreal, sleepless, baby-bubble moment.

The birthing process was scary and crazy (I’ll fill you in soon, pinky promise) but it feels like a fever dream now that I’m staring at the faithfulness of God in tiny, human form staring up at me. Couldn’t imagine our new family of five without little bear, and so grateful that he has the best big sisters in the world. They’re obsessed and I’m obsessed with their obsession.

New parenting hack (brought to you by our 5 and 7 year old in the final slide) and honestly? I can’t fault it. I’ll use the laundry basket for its original purpose again.

Back to my bubble now 🤍