Hey there! I’m Mikala—a family doctor, wife, mother of 5, well-being advocate, and author of the books Ordinary on Purpose and Everything I Wish I Could Tell You About Midlife. Each month my writing reaches millions of women, but I am thrilled to be connecting with YOU. I’m truly grateful to have you here!
With every single move I make, I’m grabbing these boys by the shoulders and showing them the way. Toward change.
If I want this little girl to grow up loving and appreciating herself, I have to begin by showing her how much I love and appreciate ME.
What if I finally silenced the lie that no matter what I do, it will never be enough?
When someone is sad, don’t try to fix it. Or rush it. Don’t gloss over it. Or pretend it away.
I really can’t wait to get back to normal. But I am a little suspicious I don’t want to get back to normal.
I want you to know it isn’t often this way. We aren’t that sweet of a family. Please don’t think we’re over here making sweet fuzzy memories every moment of this weird and difficult time.
I looked at myself in the mirror just now and thought, “WHOA, I look tired.”
Your kids need a mom who laughs and cries and yells and dances and forgives and prays and hugs and loves. And LIVES!!
We can’t skip it. We have to experience the storm. I promise we’ll be changed somehow. And I know He meets us right here.
I’ll mess up. I’ll doubt. I’ll sin. Maybe within the next thirty minutes. He KNOWS. But it doesn’t matter to Jesus. He loves me. Regardless.
I can serve and love and work and pray and give the very best of myself to the task right in front of my face.
Can I just tell the truth?? This is HARD. We are struggling. And it is okay to say so.
It’s the strangest thing, isn’t it?? Life is filled with uncertainty. And loss. Pain. And fear. Yet somehow…right in the middle of it all, there is beauty too. And I think that’s the abundance promised to us, you guys.
Yesterday was scary. I felt panicky most of the day. But today I’m feeling this strange bit of peace. I AM NOT IN CONTROL. Isn’t that awesome??
I cannot imagine CALLING him at college to wish him Happy Birthday. Singing the birthday song with the phone pressed to my ear. Asking him how he is spending his day or wondering “Did anyone get you a cake?”
THIS messy, chaotic, lovely little life right before your eyes is filled with the most beautiful ordinary moments exactly as it is…and it’s breathtaking.
I guess my point in telling you this is, I’m 40. He waited a looooong time. For ME. And it’s never too late. Ever. He’s waiting. He chose you too, Beloved.
Yep. These moments wait for me. Just like He does. So patiently. ALL THIS BEAUTY. Ever at the ready to take my breath away. I only need to look up…and NOTICE.
