June 9

June 10, 2016 Jacqui

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I'm Jacqui, the mom behind the camera. Wife of one + momma to five. Writer + speaker. Unqualified philosopher + theologian. Accidental mentor. Chaos manager. Lover of coffee + wine, perspective, and Jesus. Truth teller. Freedom fighter. Worth affirmer. Wanna-be author + world changer. Occasional cusser. Laundry piler. Emoji enthusiast. It's nice to meet you!

I hope you'll stay awhile and take a look at life through my lens, as I seek to find joy in the mess and walk with God through the beauty of everyday life.

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11:08pm ⏰ Not quite sure what’s going on with my face & the mirror is hella dirty, so this is me saying ✌🏻 out #onedayhh world. It’s been real. Also, my screen time app is screaming at me & I’m pretty sure I’m gonna wake up with a social media hangover. But I suppose there are worse things. 😴

8:49pm ⏰ When you get to start AND end your day with snuggles, it’s a pretty good day. ♥️ #onedayhh 😴

5:16 pm ⏰ Parent/Teacher Conferences for four kids back-to-back for the next hour. Our Thursday night is LIT. 🔥 Also, apparently my kid is obsessed with Pac-Man... 🤷🏼‍♀️ #themoreyouknow #onedayhh

12:21pm ⏰ We were putting our shoes on when I heard my neighbor dragging her garbage cans back behind her house (Thursday is garbage 🗑 day). By the time we got outside, she was gone but had left these for the girls. Neighboring can be as simple as hanging dresses on a fence or leaving groceries on a porch and calling it good. Though no words were exchanged, the message came through loud and clear: . You are seen. . You are valued. . You are loved. #onedayhh #theministryofordinaryplaces

10:37am ⏰ Plugging my wee man in long enough to take a shower. And I found a spider in there waiting for me...😱🙅‍♀️🕷 #hedead #onedayhh (see my stories for outtakes)

9:56am. Everybody snugglin’. #onedayhh

7:59am. Finally managed to get all my ducks in a row. 🦆🦆🦆🦆😉 But appearances lie. The truth is, school starts at eight, so they’ll all be late. #onedayhh #motheroftheyear 💃🏻

7:40am. I was a little half 😴 for my first post, but it’s #onedayhh, hosted by @laura.tremaine, where we post glimpses into our ordinary throughout the day. Since meeting God in the mundane + finding grace in the mess is my JAM, you’ll be seeing a lot of me today! Wanna join me? . Ben got the kids up & moving this morning, since I was on the night shift (see previous post💉📉🥤). I came up just in time to see them off & help with last minute stuff, one of which was packing snacks. This is 32 Cheezits (21g of carbs) for my #t1d girl, per her request. My ordinary is counting, anticipating, and measuring every single carb. I like that it also happens to be #nationaldiabetesawarenessmonth, because Diabetes is woven into the seconds of our everyday. It’s always on my mind, it encompasses some of my greatest fears as a parent, and it’s the very definition of perseverance, for we have no other choice but to press on.

It’s 4:50am. Diabetes never sleeps, so sometimes I don’t get to, either. Other people get up early to exercise; I get up early when my daughter’s blood sugar drops too low. One juice box later, she’s going back up, and I’m going back to bed. ✌🏻 #onedayhh

Y’all, I’ve been a little sad lately. Melancholy is probably a better word, and aside from “it’s just my personality,” I’m not sure why. But I’m off to church tonight to hang with the kiddos, ill-prepared & last minute scrambling as always, and I can feel the beginning of a fire in my belly once again. The kind that starts with a small flash of light and burns low & slow. The kind that, though originating from just a few, measly scraps of kindling—all that was left—has the potential to take out the entire parched forest. . I know these small children have big questions and hearts wide open to receive the Word, but I’m finding so much of the content they’re spoon fed is nothing but varying brands of behavior modification. All the things they need to do, be, and feel to be loved. And valued. Even at church. Even there. . They deserve more than pat answers. We all do.