What if I Have Ruined My Kids for Life?

What if I Have Ruined My Kids for Life?

“What if” is a big fat fear seed being planted by the enemy. What if my kids don’t grow up to know Jesus? What if we have a broken relationship? What if they grow up to lie, cheat, steal, etc.? What if I have ruined them for life? What if they were better off without...
Is a Toxic Person Making You an Angry Mom?

Is a Toxic Person Making You an Angry Mom?

Have you ever known anyone whose life completely revolves around them? These people focus on making themselves look better than everyone else. They are usually very charismatic, so everyone seems to LOVE them. You feel guilty because you can’t seem to like them and...
Is It a Bad Day, or Just a Rough Moment?

Is It a Bad Day, or Just a Rough Moment?

Challenging moments do not have to become “bad days.” We all have days where there are moments we would rather not deal with. The sitter cancels. Your kids get into a fight. You start the blender and forget the lid! Ack! Your human pulls your ears up into...
Shame Gone. Intimacy Found. Joy Experienced!

Shame Gone. Intimacy Found. Joy Experienced!

Shame Gone. Intimacy Found. Joy Experienced. A testimonial from one couple about Natalie Hixson’s Motherhood Restored Coaching Program   Adam… Before my wife, Meagan, began coaching with Natalie, I felt like it was my responsibility to make sure I was there...
To the Anxious Mama of Teenagers and Young Adults

To the Anxious Mama of Teenagers and Young Adults

It was four in the morning, I woke up with my heart pounding, shortness of breath and a knot in my stomach.  “Here we go again,” I thought.  My brain began racing through all my worries for my kids, “Just take me now, Lord. I don’t have the strength for this!” Yep! I...
Showing Love to Your Kids When You’re Angry

Showing Love to Your Kids When You’re Angry

Slamming my bedroom door shut, I sat down at my desk in anger. A torrential downpour of negative thoughts flooded my brain with ideas of what I wanted to say, do and take away from my daughter.  “Why she gotta be so sassy anyway?!” I huffed. My body began...