I can’t believe this day is finally here! I have opened a bookstore, a little nook in my Messy Canvas world. You’ll see it along the top tabs of my blog. That’s the porthole into a new world for me, a world where I’ve committed to words and to stringing them together in some sort of lovely pattern. A world that is possible because of a lot of things I’ve given up, and a lot of things I’ve accepted about myself. A world that makes me squeal with delight, because even though it’s just a corner, it’s my corner that I have breathed life into and begged to wake-up into something new. My alarm clock on my phone is labeled, “I’m a writer living my dreams!” And this little corner of my world can attest to that.
On May 27, Tony and I were on a date. I remember sitting across from him in this small local hamburger joint that I was visiting for the first time. I remember him telling me he thought I should write e-Books, and he thought I should start with an Angry Homemade Noodles one. I remember the excitement of having a writing plan and the overwhelmed feeling of having to go back through all my notes to construct an e-Book. “I’d rather dive into something new and exciting, not spend time cultivating and re-purposing the old stuff,” I remember telling him. But he reminded me how important the Angry Homemade Noodles learning was in my own life, and how it would be a shame not to share that with other women. He had me there. He was right.
For those of you who are newer to my blog, you may not know about Angry Homemade Noodles. This is the blog post that started it all off. An explosion of anger that occurred weeks after having our fourth baby, an anger that had been growing in me since first becoming a mom. Anger that convinced me something had to change in me. From there I humbly and passionately started seeking answers and grace and community and freedom, and God was faithful to reveal all those things. I was so moved by the women that came alongside me on my blog that I asked if they wanted to do a six-week study on what God was teaching me about being a mom. That study was facilitated on-line, and I met some new incredible women out of it. I also connected with old friends and local friends as well. It was a great group of women who were largely part of my healing and life change. Community does that you know?
So here I am, 18 months later, sharing with you an e-Book that compiles all I learned from God, from my anger and from these women. If you’re a mom I believe this book will give you hope. And if you’re a well-seasoned mom, consider telling another mom about it.
Here’s to a future of mom’s who have the hope and freedom in Christ that allows them to actually enjoy their lives and run after their dreams.
And here’s to a bookstore that didn’t exist before because it says to all of us, “The impossible is possible.”
Price: $5.00
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Yay!! This is so exciting!! What a fantastic way to kick it off – I’m sure there are SO many moms out there that will be impacted by your words! Congrats!!
Your book looks great! I can’t wait to read it after participating in the Noodle group. It will be a good refresher course! And hooray to you for following your dreams. You are an inspiration!
Yes!! Yay!! I am so excited for you! I’ve already downloaded the book and can’t wait to get started. Thank you for sharing your heart and for encouraging all of us Moms out here.
Thanks Kasie. I want to hear your feedback!
oh. wow. amazing. ordinary turned extraordinary. i am so happy for you, but more importantly happy for the women that God will draw here…to this space…to read the words He breathed into you.
can’t wait to read this…
my angry noodles moment came when i thought my first daughter had begun sleeping through the night. Little did I know little kiddlywinks fool us mamas! After a few nights of pleasant slumber, my daughter awoke every hour. i fed her. she ate. i fed her. she ate and ate and ate. i was so exhausted i couldn’t open the formula container….i threw it down and threw the bottle to god.only.knows.where! i ran upstairs in a crying fit. no bottle. no food. just tears and anger that seemed to come from nowhere. my poor husband…all i remember him saying was, “hand.me.the.baby….just.hand.her.to.me…..and nobody will get hurt.” it’s humorous now, so dark and scary and real then.
we live and learn and grow. our heavenly father allows the breaking points and revives our souls. he really does. and then he uses us. wow. talk about foolish things confounding the wise.
months later, i found the baby bottle on top of our kitchen cabinet…i laughed through my tears of relief that God brought me through the fire.
sorry to write so much! totally forgot about that moment until i read this post…those days were hard…and now that my kids are older, i’m secretly wishing them back….haha. go figure!
Thanks for all the encouragement and support. Melissa, it is so good to hear your bottle throwing story and know, once again, that I am not alone. What you said is so true, “Tt’s humorous now, so dark and scary and real then.”
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