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See, here’s the thing about stepping out and doing that thing that you know deep down in the bones of your soul that you were created to do: Satan is standing by relentlessly to stop you. “I hate writing,” I texted my husband just a few minutes ago. “I hate the warfare that comes with it and the sudden insecurity and self doubt and relentless ‘your words are worthless and this is all a giant waste of your time’ lies that get can stuck on repeat in my brain.” But I refuse to quit. Because even if another pair of eyes never reads these words that I can’t shake, I have two boys who will grow up and hopefully have wives and children of their own someday. And they will read them. And so, I write. Because sometimes the warfare is best fought by defiantly just doing the thing. Knowing that the Spirit is God has filled you and instilled you and willed you to do it. So, you do it. Because it is God who works in you both to will AND to do. For His good pleasure. Or, as the Passion Translation version of Philippians 2:13 reads: God will continually revitalize you, implanting within you the passion to do what pleases Him.

So plant your feet, girl. And after having done all in that Ephesians 6:13 kind of way, stand there defiantly. Because the Spirit of God in you will win the war.

And now I’m tucking myself up in this chair to drink that double espresso and get out the words that Satan very clearly does not want me to write. 💪🏾 👊🏾 #preachingtomyownheart #fromjanesblog

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See, here’s the thing about stepping out and doing that thing that you know deep down in the bones of your soul that you were created to do: Satan is standing by relentlessly to stop you. “I hate writing,” I texted my husband just a few minutes ago. “I hate the warfare that comes with it and the sudden insecurity and self doubt and relentless ‘your words are worthless and this is all a giant waste of your time’ lies that get can stuck on repeat in my brain.” But I refuse to quit. Because even if another pair of eyes never reads these words that I can’t shake, I have two boys who will grow up and hopefully have wives and children of their own someday. And they will read them. And so, I write. Because sometimes the warfare is best fought by defiantly just doing the thing. Knowing that the Spirit is God has filled you and instilled you and willed you to do it. So, you do it. Because it is God who works in you both to will AND to do. For His good pleasure. Or, as the Passion Translation version of Philippians 2:13 reads: God will continually revitalize you, implanting within you the passion to do what pleases Him.

So plant your feet, girl. And after having done all in that Ephesians 6:13 kind of way, stand there defiantly. Because the Spirit of God in you will win the war.

And now I’m tucking myself up in this chair to drink that double espresso and get out the words that Satan very clearly does not want me to write. 💪🏾 👊🏾 #preachingtomyownheart #fromjanesblog

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Went sent our baby girl off to kindergarten this morning, alongside her big 1st and 3rd-grade brothers. But, as many of you know with this youngest baby milestone, it’s not just sending her off. It’s tying up the bow on toddlerhood and the years of baby-raising and little ones and three hours of sleep and fighting for every nap.

We’ve potty-trained, paci-weaned, ditched car seats for boosters, and learned to swim. It’s been nearly nine years of not knowing what the heck I’m doing alongside middle-of-the-night research, gut instinct following, endless desperate prayer for wisdom, and peeling clinging arms off of my neck because I know they are braver than they think they are.

That baby girl? She was the clingiest of all. All of preschool was marked by tearful drop-offs and swift exits. And this morning, in a brand new school with no one she knew, she showed me just how much she grew in the last year. She walked right into her classroom, sat in her chair, gave me a smile, and began to color.
I, as you might expect, cried the moment I climbed into my empty car. I expected that. I didn’t expect to see my tiny little fluff of a bird fly today. To see her so big. So confident. So fearless. So beautiful. But she puffed her chest and spread her wings the way that I always knew she could, and in her own little perfect, kindergartener timing.

If you need me, I’ll be basking in the silence of my clean home until further notice (or, at least, until 2:45 pickup).

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Went sent our baby girl off to kindergarten this morning, alongside her big 1st and 3rd-grade brothers. But, as many of you know with this youngest baby milestone, it’s not just sending her off. It’s tying up the bow on toddlerhood and the years of baby-raising and little ones and three hours of sleep and fighting for every nap. We’ve potty-trained, paci-weaned, ditched car seats for boosters, and learned to swim. It’s been nearly nine years of not knowing what the heck I’m doing alongside middle-of-the-night research, gut instinct following, endless desperate prayer for wisdom, and peeling clinging arms off of my neck because I know they are braver than they think they are. That baby girl? She was the clingiest of all. All of preschool was marked by tearful drop-offs and swift exits. And this morning, in a brand new school with no one she knew, she showed me just how much she grew in the last year. She walked right into her classroom, sat in her chair, gave me a smile, and began to color. I, as you might expect, cried the moment I climbed into my empty car. I expected that. I didn’t expect to see my tiny little fluff of a bird fly today. To see her so big. So confident. So fearless. So beautiful. But she puffed her chest and spread her wings the way that I always knew she could, and in her own little perfect, kindergartener timing. If you need me, I’ll be basking in the silence of my clean home until further notice (or, at least, until 2:45 pickup).

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