Message for Moms

Today we welcome Author Karen Pashley! Karen is joining us today with a special message for moms, and will be giving away an E-copy of her debut release, Precious in His Sight

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Welcome, Karen!


In the wake of Mother’s Day, as we tuck away those treasured handmade cards and get back to the business of mothering, I wonder how many of us might be feeling a little deflated by all the hoopla. I wonder about the moms who woke up this morning overwhelmed, under-rested, and hoping they can keep all the balls juggling for another twenty-four hours.

My four kids are grown now, and I’m about to enter the mysterious “empty nester” season. But it seems like not long ago at all that I was knee deep in dirty laundry, homeschool curriculum, and caffeine dependence.
Those were wonderful years. Chaotic, silly, intimate, daunting—and for me, sometimes disappointing. Not because of my children or their behavior. But because, deep down inside, I never felt I was doing as well as I could, or should.
Have you been there?
I’ll never forget one morning in particular. It started like every other morning, with music blaring from the older girls’ rooms as they completed their morning chores, a mishap involving our long-haired dog and a manure pile from a neighboring pasture, several spilled cereal bowls, and my toddler’s colorful creation using Sharpies and my one decent kitchen towel.
Desperate for a moment of sanity, I retreated to the only place I could be alone for two minutes—my bathroom. After a few deep breaths, I picked up my Bible from the stack of books in the corner (don’t judge me—when you have four kids at home all day sometimes the only time you have to read the Word is on potty breaks). I let the book fling open to a random page in a hail Mary effort to squeeze in my pledged one chapter per day of scripture reading. To be honest, the ritual was often out of obligation—fulfilling my Christian duty—rather than in response to a longing to sit at the feet of Jesus. There’d be plenty of time to linger in God’s Word later, I’d tell myself—when the dishes were done, the piano lessons finished, and all the boxes of my responsible life checked off.
As I rested on the only empty seat in my house (the commode), and began to skim through the verses my big leather book had opened to, I recognized the story.
That timid, beaten-down guy who lived in an oppressed town, worked his tail off just to keep afloat, and believed he was unworthy of much else. Gideon, who the angel of the Lord took time to pay a visit to.
Gideon, a mighty warrior in God’s eyes.
Tears welled up as the words of my Lord reassured me that morning. With a two-year old banging on the bathroom door, I slowly read the story again, this time replacing Gideon’s name with mine. I’m paraphrasing, but the message God laid on my heart that morning went something like this:
Karen, my daughter, my mighty warrior. You are precious and valuable to Me and to My mission. You are raising up strong, fearless young girls who will become part of my army one day. Your efforts are not forgotten. I see every game that you play with them, every story you read, and every peanut butter sandwich you make. But more than that, I see your heart—and it is good. I hear your prayers—and they are not in vain. I promise to stay with you and give you wisdom and strength for the days and years ahead—for the times when you won’t know what to do. You are important to Me and to the kingdom, and we are on this mission together. Now get up off of that toilet and go lead your tribe!
Okay, so maybe that’s notexactly what how the translation read, but the message stayed with me for many years, through good times and bad, through joys and sorrows.
You are my mighty warrior.
Any other label I allowed the devil to slap on me was a lie! My imperfections were made perfect in Christ. My weaknesses strengthened because of His steadfast love for me!
Mothers of young children, moms of pre-teens and teens, may I encourage you today to claim your true identity—that you are a mighty warrior for the King of Kings. Will you receive His love and acceptance today, and truly believe that you are precious to the Lord?
Even though your house may not be neat and tidy, your meals not always made from scratch, or your temper not always kept in check, He adores you just as you are—and your children do, too.


Karen Pashley writes and speaks with wit and candor about relevant, often gut-wrenching topics that resonate with women of all ages. Her new novel Precious in His Sight is hailed as “a story of betrayal, heartbreak, and reconciliation with unrelenting themes of grace, forgiveness, and Christian duty” by Publishers Weekly. A mother to four amazing young women, and grandmother to one perfect toddler, Karen lives with her husband and youngest daughter in Nashville, Tennessee, where they enjoy the rich culture, glorious landscapes, and the occasional celebrity sighting. Read more at



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Experiencing Maine: A Mother, Woman, Author, Speaker Point of View

It’s been a few days since I made it back to Tennessee from Maine, and I’m still trying to process the events. 
A wonderful trip. The kind of experience that was almost too perfect to be real. A dream of sorts.
The history! The breathtaking scenery, and rustic feel! Beautiful homes, Mom & Pop shops, and WHOA, THE FOOD! But the people…the women, the Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPS) Bangor, Hampden, Fairfield were incredible. Authentic to the core, hospitable, filled and overflowing with Joy in spite of their personal battles—and they had many.   
Their problems came in a host of varieties, as diverse as themselves. The groups consisted of older women, younger, single, married, divorced, widowed, first time mommas, and adoptive & fostering parents. Some were new in their faith, yet some were seasoned believers, while others were seeing what all this “God” stuff was about.
They mothered their children, cared for each other, and me—an outsider. They carted me around the towns of Maine, kids in tow. I listened to their life stories, and watched in awe of how they wiped noses, settled sibling disputes, and passed out individual sized snacks for their kiddos, while never missing a beat in our conversation. These women loved the Lord. They love their families, each other, and their community. To witness them at work made my eyes wide, amazed. Oh, they kept thanking me for coming and speaking to their MOPS groups, saying how much of a blessing I had been to them, but it was them who blessed me.
And here’s a neat twist…
The woman who invited me to come speak, Amy, had been a part of my MOPS group in Tennessee four years ago (when my youngest was still MOPS age). Four years ago, and she moved almost as soon as she and I were becoming good friends. She moved back to Maine, and started a MOPS group inspired by our Tennessee group. When the MOPS group in Maine grew too large, it split into two groups—the Bangor MOPS, & Hampden MOPS. From those two groups, another group sprang up in Fairfield, ME. 
All because of one woman…
I had the opportunity to speak at each MOPS group that Amy had helped bring to life.These mommas were amazing! My jaw still hangs a bit loose when I think about their life stories, and then my jaw drops a bit lower when I think of how one person made a difference in the lives of these mommas in Maine. 
It makes me think, and wonder what kind of influence I’ve had, both positive and negative, in the lives of people that I may not ever know about.

Amy was impacted by our local MOPS group, and she in return chose to impact her community in Maine. She chose, and we can too.
How do we impact those around us, and how can we impact people in a way that glorifies God, and shares His love with others? 
Definitely worthy questions to chew on, and then act on.
I am thankful to our MOPS group, the MOPS groups in Maine, to my dear friends and family who’ve made a significant, and wonderful impact on my life. 
Anyone up for another trip to Maine?! 🙂 

I enjoyed my time, and I hope you’ll enjoy a few interesting things I learned & experienced in Maine:

*Lobster fresh from the sea is WAY better than one at Red Lobster, yet still messy to eat.
*Wildlife is abundant! Bald Eagles, porcupine, deer, beaver…y’all, it was amazing to see some of these animals in their natural habitat!
*Waterways are everywhere. Lakes, ponds, rivers, the Atlantic…water all over…and it’s gorgeous!
*Blueberry farms & fields are a thriving industry. Who knew? I’d never given much thought to blueberries for the fact that blueberry farms in existence.
*Millions of bees are shipped in to help pollinate the blueberry bushes. Who knew?
*There is a “mud season,” which I thought was interesting. It comes after all the snow and ice has melted, and the ground is spongy and muddy.
*Stephen King lives in Bangor, ME, and I so got to see his home! Now if only I had the courage to knock on his door. Sad sigh.
*”Going to Camp” refers to spending time in a small cabin by the lake. Apparently many Mainers “go to camp” and have a “camp” that’s been in their family for years. One of the sweet MOPS ladies took me out into the wilderness (No cell service, y’all), to experience a camp for the afternoon.
*Whoopie pies come in like 80 million flavors, and they are worth EVERY CALORIE!
*Moxie is a soda from Maine…and it is…gross! Ha! Unless you like cough syrup, then you may like it.