“She has three kids! They’re all under 3-years-old AND they’re all in diapers!”
“Oh, God Bless you!” The woman across the room at the hair salon that day covered her mouth and gasped as my hair stylist went back to cutting my hair.
Yes God, please bless me, I prayed and smiled back at her (save me is more like it—lets be real—God knows when we’re faking it.) Maybe I looked like I had it all together that day, but believe me when I tell you I DIDN’T! (It never fails that the days I go to get my hair done are the days I have mega meltdowns. Anyone else? Why is that?) But anyway, it was the second time Jessica, the girl cutting my hair, introduced me to someone in that way and I was flattered. I left feeling like I was something special. Then I went to Walmart and took the long way around the store to put off going home a little longer…
Hi there, my name is Danielle Miller and besides having three littles, I’m married to my best friend, Emerson—going on four years this May—and live in rural Minnesota.
I am the lucky mommy who’s been living the dream as a stay-at-home wife and mom since my son was born. Luck has nothing to do with it—I’m blessed and it was God’s grace alone that fulfilled my dream-of-a-husband who wanted me to stay home with our children, Elijah, who is now two months shy of turning three, Elizabeth, three months away from turning two, and Hannah who is now 5-months-old.
Speaking of the grace of God, our family of five lives in a two-bedroom house. Oh, yes, I said TWO! How do we do it? I have no idea. Like I said, ONLY by the grace of God do we survive.
I laugh every time I look at the framed 12×14 family photo hanging on our living room wall. We all look so happy and the picture of me turned out fantastic considering the morning we had, but LOOK couldn’t be more right.
Looks can be so deceiving can’t they? The morning started out on the bad foot because what I picked out to wear didn’t look on me like I imaged it would which led me to strike up an attitude and fight with my husband, who was only at fault for being in the line of fire—then the kids began vibing off of our bad attitude! Because I was too busy fighting with the only person in the world who will stick it out with me I was late in getting ready, then got mega hot while blow-drying and straightening my hair, which gave me a headache, which made me turn into an even bigger diva than I already thought I was.
Despite the way the morning went, I ended up printing out a picture that looked pretty good. By looking at that picture, you would have no idea how our morning went. My husband and I made up before reaching our photographer’s house and all was well in the Miller mini-van. That being said, the girl you see at the top of this page…SHE IS ONE BIG MESS. And the only reason she is here now talking to you is because of that one word I spoke in the beginning—grace. And it wasn’t just yesterday’s grace that got me here today, it is today’s; Tomorrow’s that will get me through tomorrow.
As a mother, there is no shortage of “Will you forgive me?” and “Please help me!” prayed to my Heavenly Father on a daily basis. Usually after I’ve already lost it…
In my marriage, there is no shortage of, “I’m sorrys,” every single one of those days…
And to my kids there is no shortage of, “Let’s pray…” Seems like we’re always praying, mostly because their mommy just can’t handle it. Despite feeling like I can’t handle it, I’ve realized there is no better place than giving up and surrendering to my Lord and Savior. I laugh when I say it is only by the grace of God and His goodness that we survive to see Daddy pull in the driveway. Maybe you know what I mean…
Those desperate Mommy-prayers uttered, sometimes in the stillness of my heart, are weaved in and out of a day filled with “Did you poop?” and “Get your finger out of your nose!” from a maybe-showered me having meltdowns in the kitchen with a sink full of dirty dishes, a floor dirtied by soggy cheerios and day-old hamburger that missed my daughter’s mouth.
I’m defiantly not pretending that I got this mom or wife thing figured out—in fact, I’m proclaiming that I am the biggest mess I’ve ever seen! I don’t have the answers to most of my problems but can say with complete certainty my need for a perfect Savior to save me everyday grows by the hour.
I laugh when I tell people that I loose and find my faith everyday, but it couldn’t be more true. Maybe there’s another Mamma out there who it’s true for too…
My passion is serving my husband and children, all whilst constantly pursuing how to take care of myself despite everyone everything else screaming for my attention.
I love talking about and laughing over my mommy meltdowns, the things that I’m learning about what this ring on my finger really means, and learning more every day how to be a woman of God, created in his image for a desire for beauty, health, and overall wellness.
So refill that pink plastic bowl of yours with raisins and goldfish, whichever you prefer—Get a refill of apple juice, milk or coffee—and take a seat at the kitchen table while I hope to uplift and encourage you today!