Yes, it’s the title of this page, where you are right now on this site, but it’s so much more than just that… You’re in my home & I’m in yours!
My name is Danielle Miller, and I’m so glad you’ve chosen to spend this moment with me.
My words might sound polished, but you should see my house right now—IT IS NOT! Granted the dishes are done and the counters are clean, but the dishes aren’t put away yet, I have a load of towels that have been sitting in my dryer since two days ago, another load of towels in the washer waiting to go into the dryer since two days ago (stale by now), and toys of every shape and color are scattered across every room in this house.
If you guessed that I have kids, you guessed right. Three of them to be exact, and they’re all under three-years-old—a two and a half-year-old, a year and a half-year old, and a nearly five-month-old. The oldest is not yet potty trained, so if you were a fly on my living room wall for any amount of time, I would change at least two diapers while you were here. You may or may not have guessed also that I am a stay-at-home Mom. I have an amazing husband and we live in a two-bedroom house.
If you are reading this, you are more than likely a Mamma Bear like me, and you might have one or more kids—maybe they’re not as little as mine are, but if they are, I would bet on my life you feel most days like tearing your hair out—don’t worry, you are not alone! Even if there was only one Mommy here who feels like you, it would be me. Upfront and center. Not only do I pull my hair out daily, I loose my temper with my kids, yell at the top of my lungs, feel like a failure-of-a-mother and human being every day, and wonder how in the world my husband and I will pay our bills this month, afford the next pack of diapers, and how long I can make the food in the house last before I need to go grocery shopping again.
Like you, I’ve somehow made it this far.
Because I know how precious my time is, I know how precious your time is. Thank you for choosing to spend it here with me in this moment—I couldn’t be more honored!
I might sound like I know what I’m about and have it all together. Although I know what I’m about, I do NOT have it all together! I also pride myself on being real—I am not ashamed to admit things like the stack of dirty diapers that haven’t been taken out yet, piling up on the living room floor as we speak.
When my ducks aren’t in their rows and my marbles are flying in every which direction, it isn’t funny, least of all, do I think I will learn anything. Later when I work through, my daily meltdown (oh, yes, daily!) and figure out how to accept God’s forgiveness, I find that I not only have something to laugh at, but also the energy to keep going. To keep, as my mom always recollects her early motherhood years, stringing those beads on a piece of string with no knot at the end of it.
You’ll tickle me pink if you pull up a chair, grab some goldfish or raisins, your beverage of choice—for me it’s coffee—and head on over to the Start Here tab. There I will properly introduce myself and what I am about. Also in that tab you will find the reason why this blog is titled A Woman of Virtue. If I have sparked your curiosity, check out any number of categories in the menu bar at the top of this page. I am confident that I will make you laugh shortly after arriving at any one of those places and perhaps show you a little bit at a time, how I manage to do whatever it is that I’m doing—If you figure it out, you should let me know because I still have no idea!
All I can come up with is one word and I will tell you what that word is shortly after you arrive at the Start Here tab.
I believe that nothing is by accident and I do not think it is an accident you are reading this now. As a wife, mommy, and woman of faith, I believe everything is divine.
You may very well have been led here for a reason, whether it is to realize that you are not alone feeling like a mess-of-a-mother or simply to be entertained and loosen up as I paint you pictures of what my crazy life is like. Somewhere along the way, I hope to encourage, uplift and possibly teach through the numerous lessons I have learned since becoming a mother. Yes, I would love to believe that God is using me as a divine vessel to nourish and uplift your probably tired-mamma-soul. Most of all, the desire burning in my heart is the possibility of getting to be girlfriends in a place where we can both be restored by God and each other!