Jesus in the Ordinary
Over and over again, God has shown up in my life, and I’ve realized it’s time to start sharing the stories of His goodness.—I must share it with whoever wants to hear. Have you ever tried talking to someone about Jesus and you can just see in their eyes that they are not tracking? Like they’re nodding, but their soul is still scrolling? I tend to talk about Jesus to people who don’t seem all that interested. But I just can’t help it. I like to think that I am leaving Jesus pebbles in their shoes. I want to talk about Him all the time. Some call me a “Bible thumper,” one gal said I’m “Saturated in Jesus,” and I’ve even been proud to call myself a “Jesus Freak.” Because honestly, when Jesus takes your life and flips it upside down, then you blink and realize ten years later you’re a whole new person—it’s too good to keep quiet about. Plus Jesus has saved my life and I believe that he can use what he has done in my life in the lives of others.
“Give praise to the Lord, proclaim his name; make known among the nations what he has done, and proclaim that his name is exalted.” —Isaiah 12:4
The truth is, my transformation started pretty much right away. Someday I’ll share my full testimony here—maybe even in my very next post—but for now, this is my new outlet. A place to talk freely about Jesus and all the ways He shows up in the middle of my messy, unpredictable life. I never expected to be a single mom. I never thought I’d be walking through some of the valleys I’ve been through. Yet here I am, with three beautiful daughters, Grace (16), Lillian (7), and Paisley (5), raising them with Jesus as my anchor. My prayer is that I point them and even you directly to Jesus. Do I miss adult conversation? Absolutely. But more than that, I crave conversations about Christ—real, heart-on-fire, let’s-pray-right-now kind of talks. I’ve got a strong community of brothers and sisters in Christ, but I also wanted a place where stories and encouragement could keep flowing.
A husband might be nice someday—but only if God wants that for me. Honestly, I’m pretty content with just me and Jesus raising these girls. Unfortunately, they don’t exactly appreciate my deep theological thoughts. Preschool Bible stories are more their level—yet funny enough, sometimes those simple truths smack me right in the heart.
Still, even if my girls don’t always catch the depth of what I’m trying to share, I know that little seeds are being planted. Every prayer, every story, every verse we talk about—it’s building something in their hearts. And while they might roll their eyes now, one day I pray they’ll look back and see that the things we repeated again and again were really the foundation of a life rooted in Jesus.
I always say to my daughters as our mission—my go-to advice— the two most important things we can do every day,
Pray to Jesus like He’s our best friend.
Memorize scripture.
Sounds super holy, right? Except God quickly convicted me in the middle of the kitchen one chaotic school morning. I realized that while I say prayer is everything, most of our prayers as a family were quick, rushed, right before dinner and right before bed. If the little girls pray, it sounds something like this: ‘Dear Jesus, we pray we have a good day tomorrow. Thank You for the birds, the cats, and the trees. We pray for no spiders, no giants, no nightmares, and to keep our minds pure and clean.”- I love that they say that last part! I taught them that! 🙂 On the flip side, when I pray, it often depends on my mood. Some days I stand strong and declare Christ is Lord over our home, speaking a protective shield around us and proclaiming that the enemy has no hold here. I go around and pray over each daughter by name, while the kids do their best to be patient—sometimes collapsing to the ground, sometimes distracted by the many toys calling their attention. Other days, it’s short and simple: a quick ‘Thank You, Jesus, for our day. Amen.’ It’s perfectly imperfect, but it’s real, and Jesus meets us right there.”
That morning at 8:15am, kids running everywhere, backpacks flying, me holding onto my coffee like it was life support—I felt a nudge out of thin air. God said, “Practice what you preach.” God was telling me that it is time to level up in our prayer life. That it’s time to pray more than just at night, more than a check on the night time, get ready for bed list. So I wrangled all three kids into the living room by 8:30am with plenty of groans and side-eyes, and we held hands. Grace went first, then Lily, then Paisley backed out completely like, “Nope, not today,” and then came my turn. I spilled my guts in mama warrior mode, praying for protection, declaring Jesus as Lord, and ended with a victorious: “YES! GO JESUS, GO!” And out the door at 8:35am!
It’s chaotic and far from flawless. Sometimes we even forget. Sometimes someone farts in the middle of prayer and the circle falls apart. But when we do it, Christ is there. My prayer is that, as time goes on, these moments will become a core memory for my girls. That when life gets hard as they grow, they’ll remember their mama—standing in the middle of her own storms and hardships—still putting Jesus first. I want them to see me talking to Him like He’s my very best friend, because that’s exactly who He is.
“Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.” —Psalm 37:4
And about memorizing scripture—I keep saying it’s important, and I pray we grow more in this as a family and even in my own quiet time. Just the other day, Lily came over with a book and pointed at a verse she wanted us to memorize together. That is a small victory considering we are wishy washy in this area. I pray that one day ilI wake up and realize that all the little nudges He’s been giving me have slowly turned into habits, and that my God is using these very habits to grow all of our faith. I know the day is coming when we will have more scripture memorized.
“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” —Psalm 119:105
So here we are. Me, a Jesus-loving single mom with three beautiful girls, inviting you into the chaos, the laughter, the tears, and the miracles. I don’t know what every post will hold—maybe stories, maybe prayers, maybe just me processing life—but I know this: it’ll always be Jesus at the center. And if you stick around, I hope you laugh, cry, and praise God with me, because that’s exactly how this little blog will roll.
💬 When has Jesus shown up in your life in a way that completely changed your heart? I’d love to hear your story—big or small, every moment of His goodness matters.
🙏 What are some little ways you keep Jesus at the center of your daily life or family routine? I’m always looking for new ideas to grow in this area!
❤️ Do you have a faith memory—maybe from childhood or just recently—that reminds you how powerful simple faith can be? Those are the moments that stick with us.
