Click above to watch this week’s video: “Rest Isn’t Lazy” — because God still calls it holy.

When Rest Feels Like Defeat (But God Calls It Holy)

I almost didn’t write this.

Not because I didn’t have any…

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Refill #3:

25 Things You’d Know If We Were Friends in Real Life….a.k.a. The One Where I Confess the Chaos & Hide Snacks From My Kids

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If no one’s said it to you yet today—you’re doing the best you can, and that is enough.

But also… can we be real for a second?

You’re carrying too much.

Your arms may not be full, but your mind is overloaded. Your heart is stretched thin. And your spirit? Whew, girl. Probably running on fumes and prayers—and maybe a lukewarm coffee you reheated 3 times and still didn’t finish. ☕😅

You weren’t meant to carry all of this.

• Not the pressure to be everything for everyone.

• Not the guilt for not being available 24/7.

• Not the silent shame for dreaming of more even while being deeply grateful for what you have.

• Not the unspoken fear that if you slow down, it’ll all fall apart.

But here’s the thing: God never asked you to be the glue holding everything together.
That’s HIS job.

“Be still, and know that I am God.”
— Psalm 46:10 (GNT)

Sis, that’s not just a cute quote for a coffee mug. That’s a command for your nervous system.
Be still. Release. Remember who’s actually in control.

🎥 Did You Catch the Video?

Over on Instagram, I talk more about this exact thing—what it means to let go when your mama heart is in overdrive and your spirit is bone tired.

I share the things I’m learning to lay down, and girl... if you're anything like me, this one will hit deep (in the best way).

👉🏾 Click here to watch: “Letter to the Mom Who’s Carrying Too Much”
(And while you’re there, hit subscribe so we can keep walking this journey together. 💕)

💭 Journaling Prompt

Take a deep breath and ask yourself this:

🖊 What am I carrying that God never asked me to hold?

Be honest. Is it…

• Unrealistic expectations?

• Fear of disappointing people?

• Control over your family’s happiness?

• Perfectionism disguised as responsibility?

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Lets talk about this more in the comment section

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Mom Brain in Full Effect: Here’s the Good Stuff Before I Forget ☕

Listen, nobody told me that marriage after kids would feel like a game of survival some nights. I love my husband, but by the time bedtime rolls around, I’m a whole different person. All right girl, we got a few minutes to chat before your nieces come in and wak up from their nap. Let’s talk about our marriages.

It’s Not Just Exhaustion—It’s the Mental Load

I used to think I was just too tired. But really? It’s the weight of carrying ALL THE THINGS that leaves me feeling tapped out.

• Decision fatigue: Because choosing what’s for dinner and remembering the dentist appointment and restocking the snacks? TOO MUCH.

• Being overstimulated: If one more person climbs on me, I might actually combust.

• Never having a moment alone: I can’t even pee without an audience of 2.

By the time we get to the part of the day where I should be excited to connect with another adult, let a one my fine husband, I’m over here like:“Can I just exist in silence for a minute or seven? Please?”

Listen, it’s not that we don’t love our husbands. We do! But by 8 PM, we have been touched, questioned, and needed TO DEATH. The baby needed snuggles, the toddler needed snacks, the school-age kid needed a full thesis edited, and somewhere in there, we also had to remember to drink water, eat something other then kid scraps and act like functioning adults. By the time the day is over, the thought of one more person needing us is enough to make our souls short-circuit.

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And husbands? Y’all don’t always help. Because while we’re sitting there contemplating the meaning of life and wondering why we still haven’t folded that same laundry pile for three days, you hit us with, ‘So what’s for dinner?’ SIR. NOT TONIGHT.

But here’s the thing—marriage isn’t just about big moments, it’s about the little choices we make daily to show up for each other. Ephesians 4:2 says, “Be always humble, gentle, and patient. Show your love by being tolerant with one another”. GNT So while we might be too tired for fireworks, we can still be intentional in the small ways—a hug that lasts a little longer, a quick ‘I appreciate you,’ or simply holding hands while watching TV. Love isn’t always grand gestures—it’s consistent presence.

How I’m Learning to Save Some Energy for My Husband (Without Losing Myself)

Because let’s be real—marriage needs more than exhausted side-hugs and passing out mid-conversation. So here’s what I’m trying:

BTW… Yesterday was my birthday! I’m officially 32 and have unlocked the magic of cake-scented candles. Now my whole house smells like I’ve been baking all day—without me actually having to turn on the oven, and be irritated that it looked nothing like Pinterest. Mom win! 🎂✨

Yes, by clicking on this link to go to my Store and buy this $12 candle I might get commissions from it…Not 100%, still new at this lifestyle. But hey, our homes will sure smell yummy

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Now, I don’t know who needs to hear this, but I have officially entered my “custom Chick-fil-A order” era—and I’m never looking back.

It all started with one innocent late-night TikTok scroll. You know, when you tell yourself, I’ll just watch one more video—and suddenly, you’re 47 food hacks deep, saved 30 of them and questioning your entire meal routine. Well, that’s exactly how I ended up in the Chick-fil-A drive-thru the next day, fully committed to the cause.

I was trying to be good, resisting the siren song of waffle fries (which, let’s be honest, is a spiritual battle in itself). I wanted something different—something that made me feel like I was making a better choice for my body, even if I was still sitting in a fast-food parking lot.

And let me tell you, I have never felt more like a meal-prepping queen while still eating straight out of a takeout container in the school pickup parking lot.

Here’s the breakdown of my “healthy-ish” order:

🔥 8-count grilled nuggets – because protein makes me feel like I have my life together.

🔥 Tossed in Chick-fil-A’s sweet & spicy sriracha sauce – because plain chicken is for people stronger than me.

🔥 A side of kale crunch salad – because balance (or at least the illusion of it).

🔥 A half a brownie – because I’m trying, not suffering.

Final result? 29g of protein, 4g of fiber, and a meal that made me feel like I was meal-prepping… even though I 100% was not.

But Let’s Address the Elephant in the Room… The Fries.

I know what you’re thinking—“But Brittany, what about the fries?”

Listen, I get it. I love them. I have a deeply personal relationship with waffle fries. But sometimes, a mom just wants to eat a meal that doesn’t instantly put her in a nap-coma.

…But I did steal five from my four-year-old. 😂

Making Peace With This Mom Body & Better Choices (Most of the Time)

This little DIY Chick-fil-A meal wasn’t just about finding a new food hack. It was about me—learning how to make peace with my body after kids, after weight fluctuations, after seasons where I put myself last.

For the longest time, I was either:

✅ Eating like I was still 22 and had the metabolism of a teenage boy.

✅ Restricting myself so much that food became guilt instead of joy.

Neither worked.

Now? I’m learning that taking care of myself doesn’t mean giving up everything I love. It’s about finding small swaps that help me feel good without making me feel like I’m missing out. Because let’s be real—if I can tweak my favorite meals to work for me instead of against me, I will gladly take that as a win.

This doesn’t mean I’m over here counting every calorie or stressing about every bite. Some days, I will get the fries. Other days, I will pick the kale salad and pretend I don’t miss them. It’s about giving myself permission to make choices that feel good in the moment—without guilt, without rules, and without the pressure to “get it perfect.”

And let’s be honest, I still consider waffle fries a vegetable.

So, Is This My New Go-To Order?

Eh… it needs a little tweaking, but I enjoyed it.

Will I still shamelessly steal a waffle fry from my kids? That I paid for?

Absolutely.

Now tell me—what’s your go-to Chick-fil-A order? Have you discovered a weird but life-changing fast-food hack?

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Drop it in the comments because this is now officially research.

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Hey Mama,

Let’s talk about something no one warned us about—how unbelievably awkward motherhood can be.

Not just the ‘Oh wow, I just used my sleeve as a tissue because there were no wipes in sight’ kind of awkward. But the deep, personal, ‘Who even am I anymore?’ moments that make you want to cringe into a ball of secondhand embarrassment for yourself.

Motherhood is full of these moments. The times you walk into a room and completely forget why you’re there (hello, mom brain). The way you awkwardly hover at school pickup, wondering if you should try to befriend another mom or just stare at your phone like you’re super busy. The days you second-guess every parenting decision, thinking everyone else has it figured out except you. It’s messy. It’s weird. And it’s also where the magic happens.

The Cringe is a Sign of Growth

When a toddler is learning to walk, it’s awkward, wobbly, and a little tragic to watch. But no one looks at them and says, ‘Wow, they should probably stop trying because they look ridiculous.’

So why do we do that to ourselves?

Why do we assume that if we feel uncomfortable, awkward, or unsure, we must be doing something wrong?

Zechariah 4:10 reminds us, ‘Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.’ God isn’t waiting for you to arrive at some polished, put-together version of yourself. He celebrates the process.

So the next time you feel like you’re failing because motherhood (or life) feels weird, remind yourself that discomfort means you’re growing.

How to Stop Cringing and Start Embracing Growth

1️⃣ Stop Waiting to Feel Ready – Newsflash: You’re never going to feel 100% confident stepping into something new. Do it anyway.

2️⃣ Laugh at Yourself – If your kid can run through the store in mismatched shoes and a superhero cape without a care in the world, you can survive a little awkwardness too.

3️⃣ Remember That God Works in the Messy Middle – The version of you that feels unsure, clumsy, and out of place? God is still using her. You don’t have to wait until you’re ‘better’ to be valuable. You are already enough.

God’s Strength in the Cringe

Let’s be real—sometimes, growth feels more like survival than transformation. But here’s the thing: God meets us in the awkward, in the stumbling, in the moments when we feel completely unequipped.

Philippians 1:6 says, ‘He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.’ That means the version of you right now, in the middle of the mess, is already in the hands of a God who is finishing what He started.

So instead of wishing away the cringe, let’s start looking at it differently—like proof that God is stretching us, shaping us, and preparing us for the next season.

Zechariah 4:10 reminds us, ‘Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.’ If God isn’t looking at your small, awkward, hesitant steps with frustration, why should you?

Permission to Be a Work in Progress

We live in a world that glorifies the glow-up but ignores the awkward middle. But sis, you don’t have to rush through this season just to get to some ‘better’ version of yourself.

What if instead of resisting the discomfort, we started seeing it as proof that we are still growing, still learning, and still in the hands of a God who isn’t finished with us?

Maybe the cringe isn’t something to fix—it’s something to embrace.

Let’s Keep the Conversation Going

This is exactly what we’re talking about in Love Letter #5: The Beauty in the Cringe over on YouTube. If you haven’t watched it yet, go check it out—and then come back and tell me, what’s the cringiest motherhood moment you’ve survived?

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Let’s embrace the messy, awkward, and holy beauty of growth together. 💛

xoxo - Brittany

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But mama, God sees you. And when you’re too tired to even pray,

He prays for you.

When you feel like you’ve lost yourself, He reminds you who you are. When you think you’re failing, He’s working all things together for your good.

Romans 8:26-30 is your reminder that you were never meant to carry this alone:

“Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.” (Romans 8:26-28, MSG)

He is right there, holding you, guiding you, speaking your name in love. Even when you feel unseen, even when the days blur together and the weight feels too heavy—He is working. He is strengthening you. He is shaping you. And He will never let go.

So if today feels like too much, take a deep breath. You don’t have to have it all together. God already does.

xox - Brittany

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Tell me why I’m out here scrolling Zillow like I got a cash offer in hand, when in reality, I have approximately $50 and a dream. 😩

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The thought of having people over? Vulnerable. Exposing. Stressful.

Because social media makes it look effortless. We see perfectly curated clean kitchen and counter tops without a “drop pile”. Kids playing peacefully (without a single sticky hand in sight), and homes where everything somehow stays clean. And suddenly, our real-life homes feel “not enough.”

I used to believe that when people came over, they’d see the mess I missed. That one pile of toys, the dust on the bookshelf, or the dishes drying on the counter. No matter how much I cleaned, I feared they’d see right through it.

But then something changed.

The Moment I Stopped Caring (in the Best Way Possible)

I remember one of the first times my husband and I hosted. We had just moved into a small rented home, with a 6 month old—we didn’t have much furniture, no Pinterest-worthy setup, and barely any decorations.

But my husband was excited. He wanted to gather, connect, and just enjoy time with friends.

So I went all in.

✨ Cleaned from top to bottom.

✨ Prepped snacks.

✨ Even planned games—because I didn’t want anyone to feel bored.

And you know what?

Not a single person cared about my house.

No one went into the rooms I had scrubbed for hours.

No one commented on our lack of furniture.

No one cared that our home wasn’t “perfect.”

Instead? We laughed. We ate. We made memories.

Our friends didn’t come for a showroom-ready house. They came for connection.

And from that moment on, I realized: people don’t care about the details we obsess over.

Hosting Doesn’t Have to Be Pinterest-Perfect

If someone is coming to your home, they are not expecting perfection. You know what they actually care about?

✅ A clean bathroom.

✅ A floor that isn’t sticky.

✅ A table that isn’t covered in yesterday’s lunch (but honestly, even if it was, they’d survive).

That’s it.

You don’t need to hide the toys, scrub the baseboards, or pretend your kids don’t live there. If they’re true friends, they won’t care. And if they do? They probably aren’t your people.

Host Anyway. Invite Anyway. Love Anyway.

So, girl—host your Bible study.

Have that playdate.

Plan the mom’s brunch or the game night.

Because it’s not about how big or small your house is.

It’s about the warmth, love, and joy you bring to the people who step inside.

And for some of them? Your home may be the only place they experience that kind of love.

So let’s open our doors, imperfections and all. Because gathering is not about perfection—it’s about presence.

Are you holding back from hosting because of the “mess?” Drop a 🏡 in the comments if this spoke to you! Let’s be women who welcome, love, and create space for connection—no matter what our homes look like. 💕

xoxo - Brittany

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This morning? Whew. It tested me.

One kid was arguing over a Toni, while the other had peed on herself and didn’t tell me—which meant she had been sitting in wet panties and laying in bed for a while …

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