A few days ago, I had about 90 minutes, maybe 2 solid hours if I was lucky, to do as I pleased. My youngest son, who requires the most hands-on care, was blissfully asleep. My 6-year-old was out of the house and my eldest was reading, which he can do for an entire afternoon when given the opportunity. So what would I do with this unusual bounty of time? My mind was spinning with how I could use it, what task I should attack, whether I could get most of it done in two hours. Before this point, I had been cleaning the kitchen from the morning aftermath, then doing non-stop loads of laundry, then feeding my kids lunch, then cleaning up that aftermath (am I the only mom for whom mealtimes result in “aftermaths”?).
Two hours. More clutter around me than could be handled in that time. But surely, I could make progress somewhere. The pantry, the laundry room, the refrigerator, the still-disastrous office. All were clamoring for my attention–I had no lack of options.
But then my oldest son came bounding down the stairs, wondering what I was doing, why I was so quiet. He is used to commotion around him when I’m in the house; for the past few minutes, I had been thinking of what to do and the stillness had surprised him. “Mom, what are you doing? Do you want to do something together?”
He is turning 10 in just a few months, undeniable evidence that I have been a parent for nearly a decade and I still can’t believe it. I took in his near-tweenage 80-lb. body, growing by the minute, his face which still held enough sweet innocence to keep the thought of impending puberty at bay.
I smiled at him as I made my split-second decision. “Let’s play something together. I challenge you to a duel. These moments don’t happen often, you-and-me time.”

His grin was wide and instant. I made no progress with the clutter that day, during those precious two hours. Instead, I played games with my son and… Read More >>
Here is a short slideshow featuring photos and quotes from real-life missional moms who appear in the book. I think you’ll be inspired by even just the short snippets that are shown here, and you…
I had the honor and privilege of being one of the keynote speakers for Seacoast Church‘s first women’s conference, which they aptly titled “Chosen”. It was an amazing experience, where I was truly humbled to be on the platform with other women who were incredible speakers (Lisa Bevere and Jo Saxton), as well as spending time with a group of moms who are inspiring me with their missional lives. Check out a peek of the Chosen 2012 recap here. And if you live anywhere near Charleston, SC, make plans to attend Chosen 2013!