“My little children, I am writing these things to you so that you may not sin. But if anyone does sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous.”‭‭1 John‬ ‭2:1‬ ‭

Advocate: a person who publicly supports or recommends a particular cause or policy. Synonym: champion

“but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

‭‭Romans‬ ‭5:8‬ ‭ESV‬‬

We were watching an episode of “This is Us” last night. Randall and his family are foster parents to a young woman named Deja. In this episode, we see more of her backstory. As her story unfolds, I realized how important it is for foster kids to have an advocate. A voice through an adult when they feel like they don’t have a voice.

As my mind usually does, it took off on another tangent. I was reminded that Christ is our advocate with the Father. We, sinful people, have an advocate with the Holy Father! We do not have to worry about not being heard.

When life gets hard, I will remember that I have a voice. God hears me through His Son. A Son that died on the cross for me a little less than 2000 years ago today.

I will also remember that I should be the voice, the advocate, the champion for those who feel like they have no voice. The marginalized, the downtrodden, the young, and the old. I will be a pest until those voices are heard.

These kiddos need my voice. Our voice.

“And he told them a parable to the effect that they ought always to pray and not lose heart. He said, “In a certain city there was a judge who neither feared God nor respected man. And there was a widow in that city who kept coming to him and saying, ‘Give me justice against my adversary.’ For a while he refused, but afterward he said to himself, ‘Though I neither fear God nor respect man, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will give her justice, so that she will not beat me down by her continual coming.'” And the Lord said, “Hear what the unrighteous judge says. And will not God give justice to his elect, who cry to him day and night? Will he delay long over them? I tell you, he will give justice to them speedily. Nevertheless, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on earth?””

‭‭Luke‬ ‭18:1-8‬ ‭ESV‬‬

“”Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened.”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭7:7-8‬ ‭ESV‬‬


IMG_5080I know you guys think I fell off the face of the earth. Unless you are my Facebook friend. 🙂 A sweet friend mentioned that they really enjoyed my blog and wished I would start back. That was a while ago, but here we are.

It has been crazy in the life of the Moodys. Just when you think things are leveling off, something happens to upset the apple cart. Or Moody cart. Last week, it was the start of the school year. D started 7th grade. Z and E started 2nd grade. Little miss V started K3. What a process it was to get 4 kids ready for school to start. Not to mention getting them ready for school every day! We are striving for routine and everyone doing their share, but someone has to be the cheerleader/coach! Yesterday, it was a budgeting error that has left our fundage a little skimpy for a week or so.

Speaking of cheerleader/coach, I will admit to you that I am not always the best cheerleader/coach. Really. Some days it is all I can do to get myself together. On those days, I just want the process to be over, by whatever method possible. Those are not good days. Thankfully, God can/will redeem those. My husband is a great cheerleader/coach. Yesterday, when we realized our budgeting error, I flipped out. FLIPPED OUT! My husband was so calm, and talked me off the edge. He spoke truth to me. He reminded me of all the times God has taken care of us.

Which brings me to the subject of self care. Moms, don’t push past the need for self care. Just don’t. Stay in tune with your body. Get rest. Exercise. Eat healthy foods. Spend time in the Word. Spend time with your spouse/friends. It is good example for your kids. I watched a short documentary on Michael Phelps. While training for the olympics, he never took a day off. Never. Never? Never. Take a day off!!! Block off some time to just think. To pray.

Last week I listened to a speaker who was talking about the ancient brain (some call it the downstairs or reptilian brain) vs the modern brain (some call it the upstairs brain). Did you know that the ancient brain controls 75-80% of our behavior? Even more when we are stressed. These are every day activities that we don’t have to think about, good and bad. These are hurts, habits, and hangups that come out to control things, and we keep wondering why. This is why healing takes so long. You have to get down to the ancient brain. It takes courage and energy to stop the flow from the ancient brain that is controlling our behavior.

This is why self care is so important. Self care will look different for different for different people. Whatever makes you feel better and not worse. Some people need to sleep. Some need to get out in nature. Some need to journal. I like all of these things. I also pickup my Bible and read, letting it take me wherever it wants to and praying as I go. There is something refreshing to read the Bible without an agenda, letting God lead your mind and heart.

Things I am into right now/resources I would recommend:

John MacArthur sermons (right now I am in Genesis and working my way through)

Karyn Purvis (Trust Based Relationship Relational Intervention) and Empowered to Connect

Dan Siegel books on parenting and the brain

Joel Fuhrman and the Nutritarian diet

My Instant Pot!



Dear daughter,

Sometimes life is hard. Sometimes you won’t get your own way. Sometimes life feels unfair. 

Don’t be discouraged. Don’t be afraid. Don’t give up. 

God loves you. I love you. Your family loves you. 

Trust in God. 


Today is Halloween. Amusingly enough, this morning I had a revelation about FEAR. V and I are off today getting ready for our annual neighborhood candy fest. V was sleeping in, and the boys were getting ready for school. Everything was good, until the boys started getting a little rowdy on the way out the door. I spoke harsh words to them, because I was AFRAID they would wake up V. 

V woke up soon after they left, and I started evaluating myself.  Why would I be AFRAID that the boys would wake up V? The worse that could happen is that I don’t get to drink my coffee in peace. It was then that God revealed to me how many of my actions are motivated by FEAR. 

I clean my house before guests come, because I am AFRAID that they will judge me (not because I want it to be nice for them). I vote for a certain party, because I am AFRAID that the other candidate will win (not because I think the candidate I vote for will necessarily do a good job). I rush to the grocery store to buy groceries, because I am AFRAID the kids won’t have the right things to pack for lunch tomorrow (not because we are really out of food).  I am AFRAID of being late to work, so I yell and rush my family. On and on it goes. 

The world has conditioned us to FEAR. God tells us to love our neighbor.  God tells us not to fear. God tells us He is over elections. God tells us that He will provide all our needs. God tells us that He gives us a Spirit of power, love, and self-control. 

These kiddos deserve better from their mom than actions motivated by FEAR. My actions should be motivated by LOVE. LOVE drives out FEAR. LOVE comes from God revealed through our Lord Jesus Christ.


We have had the best time over the last few weeks. V has come into our family like she has always been here. The boys have taken on their new responsibilities with strength and have shown a deep compassion that touches my soul. 

Am I tired? Yes. I will be tired until the day I die. Now is the time to live. 




It was been a while since I posted a real “honest” blog. Today, I am looking at my silly bird (which I like to call her). She has brought us so much joy. The pain to get to her (and our other boys) is what is on my heart today.

The pain of lost time.

9 months (or so) in the womb for each child: 36 months

12 weeks maternity leave per child (standard for my job status for a woman who is pregnant) minus the time off I was able to use:  approximately 7 months total

Months of life apart from me total (all children): 65 months

Total time lost: 108 months (9 years)

9 years!

It is not just me that feels the pain of loss. My kids and husband do too. Some days our own pain,  brokenness, and loss rubs up against another’s pain, brokenness, and loss. It can get ugly.

Thank goodness God hasn’t given up on us. His mercies are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness.



She is ours!!! No words, just pics. 


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