Hard is Hard.

Hard is Hard.

We made it to Friday, friends — hallelujah. I don’t know about you, but around here it was a long, hard week. 

It was hard in some big ways — like spending hours on the phone fighting to get my daughters [life-saving] EpiPen…MONTHS after her diagnosis. And it was hard in small ways — like the every-day kind of hard stuff that is a direct result of all the ways I am #blessed. 

 And because it was a hard week, I wanted to take a minute to remind anyone else who might need to hear it — YOU CAN DO HARD THINGS. 

 You can do hard things like get up every couple hours through the night with your crying baby.

 You can do hard things like solo-parenting for a week while your spouse is out of town for work (this can be dads, too!)

 You can do hard things like watching your youngest walk into their first day of preschool, leaving you at home with no babies to take care of for the first time in over a decade.

 You can do hard things like working long hours, grappling with mom-guilt and getting a flat tire on your way to something important.

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 You can also do the really big, scary, life-defining hard things.

 The disease diagnosis.

 The struggling child or rebellious teen.

 The job loss.

 The unexpected financial crisis.

 Even the death of a loved one. 

 At least, with HIM you can. 

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
— 2 Corinthians 12:9

This week I learned a little bit about the story of a mama who has been given a likely fatal diagnosis for her unborn twin daughters. As you can imagine… This particular story hit pretty close to home. 

 Right now, her hard is REALLY. FREAKING. HARD. And I can say that from experience. 

 But here’s the thing....

 Her hard doesn’t have to diminish YOUR hard. It might put it in perspective… But it doesn’t make it insignificant. You don’t have to minimize your own experience just because it looks different or even “less than” someone else’s.

 We all have seasons of big, hard stuff. And we all have seasons where the little stuff FEELS like big, hard stuff. Honor your hard in whatever season you’re in. And instead of wasting time comparing, reach out to your sister and say ‘I see you in the middle of your hard. And you’re doing a really good job. And you’re not alone.’

And maybe...just maybe that will make all of the hard things a little less hard.



Baking soda, flowers & a cup of coffee.

Baking soda, flowers & a cup of coffee.

Letting go.

Letting go.