Can you imagine a life lived where every moment was spent intentionally?  Even if moments of relaxation and quiet were intentional?  Today, for part 2 of our “Spring Clean Your Life Series,” we’re talking about how to manage your time wisely.

Welcome to Part 1 of the ‘Spring Clean Your Life Series.’  In part 1,we talk all about how to get your priorities straight.

Picture this scene with me.  Another day is done.  As you face the evening and evaluate your day… you know that you missed the mark.  You were impatient with your husband, didn’t read your Bible, the only prayer you said was asking forgiveness after losing your cool at the kids for running late…  and you just know that you need to get your priorities straight.  But… how?

Treat your body like a temple.  I know you have heard it before.  I certainly know I’ve heard it.  Or maybe you’ve heard the flip side of it- treat your body like an amusement park.  

In today’s post, I’m going to break down why you need to treat your body like a temple.  We’ll discuss the why, and of course, we are going to take a very practical look at the how.

Staring out the window at the clouds and the grass, a war is going on within me.  I feel like I need to get words out, but I’m not even sure what those words need to be.  I feel compelled to write, but I don’t feel I deserve to write.  At least, I don’t deserve to write about Jesus.

That’s the funny thing, though.  Jesus is exactly who I feel compelled to write about.  But how could I?

I’m not a theologian, and despite my deepest desire, I’m no prayer warrior.  I love the word, but I’m far from an expert.  But still… I’m compelled to write about Jesus.

Having kids will change you.  Do you believe that?  Here’s my story.

Is there anything as earth-shaking as the moment your first child is born?  I remember getting ready to leave the hospital after the birth of my first child, and all I could think was, “They’re letting me take him home?”  Although I knew he was our child (so of course we should take him home), I also couldn’t help feeling that the hospital staff was making a big mistake trusting me with this sweet, little life.

Everything about who I was shifted when that little boy was put in my arms.  I began to shrivel in big ways.  I lost part of who I was for a time, just as most mothers do. Finding ourselves again, as mothers, is so important.  But in that time when motherhood was breaking me down… When I felt beat and exhausted… Motherhood began to grow me.  After some time passed, what I found was this: I changed when I had kids.  Thank goodness.  Having kids made me a better person.  And I believe having kids will change you as well.