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The Final Week: Holy Saturday

The Final Week: Holy Saturday

Holy Saturday

Today’s Reading: Matthew 27: 62-66

Five verses. We only see this particular aspect of the story in the first of the four canonical gospels. Not only do we see it just this once, we are only given five brief verses to summarize the entire scene. The brevity of the description leaves me wanting more.

Darkness has covered the land during the daylight hours. The curtain of the temple has been torn from top to bottom. The earth has shaken with a violence so powerful the rocks were split. The body of our Lord lies mutilated and disfigured inside a stone cave. Jesus Christ…the Expected Messiah is dead.

I imagine those who truly believed Jesus was the long awaited Conquering King were now dejected and dismayed beyond all comprehension. Just a few days before they were waving branches and crying out, “Hosanna to the Son of David” and now the lifeless body of The One they praised is incapacitated.

Yet even in His death, we see His immeasurable power.

The Pharisees and chief priests have seen all this take place. They know full well that Jesus is indeed dead. Their mission has been accomplished yet we see their fear and restlessness illuminated in these five verses. They come to Pilate in a desperate attempt to remind him that Jesus said after three days He would be raised to life again. It’s almost as if they’ve realized their grave mistake and this is their last ditch effort to save face. Orders are given to make the tomb as secure as possible and a guard of soldiers are set to keep watch over the tomb.

We have the privilege of reading this story from the other side. We know that throughout history, no amount of human effort has ever thwarted the plan of God. This situation is no different.

Embracing the Wait

Embracing the Wait

Our youngest recently celebrated his fifth birthday. The grandeur and revelry I firmly believe should accompany any birthday celebration failed to exist.

He gave hilariously detailed instructions outlining his ideal celebration.

No party. No cake. No birthday song. No decorations. He simply requested lunch at Chili’s because they have tablets on the tables for guests to play.

In my 14+ years of mommydom I can’t recall a more effortless birthday celebration. #momwin

He was delighted to get money in the mail from his grandmothers and immediately wanted to search Amazon for the fishing pole he’d dreamt about.

He chose this one and I promised to order it later that week because I had other things I needed from Amazon and wanted to order them all together.

The next day his affection for the superior online fishing pole was replaced by a desperation to have a fishing pole right now. Despite my numerous attempts to convince him to wait, he caved and spent his birthday money on a cheap, plastic, Spider Man fishing pole. 

Less than 24 hours later the Spider Man fishing pole was lying on the floor, broken and no longer useful. I was bothered by his unwillingness to wait on something better. If he’d only been patient for the Amazon delivery he would have had a fishing pole that was far superior to the cheap imitation he insisted on having.

I climbed high up on my mommy soapbox and began to gently explain to my five year old why he should have waited. I reminded him that his new fishing pole was now broken and useless because he was unwilling to wait on something far better.

I needed him to see the foolishness of his decision so my well crafted mommy lecture was in full swing when I felt the Lord gently remind me, that I’m not that different from my five year old.

I don’t like to wait. I like to take matters into my own hands and solve problems myself. When the Lord doesn’t move as quickly as I’d like or in the way I need Him to, I am tempted to cave in desperation and settle for a cheap imitation of something far better.

“O Lord, we wait for you; your name and remembrance are the desire of our soul” (Isaiah 26:8)

Waiting can be grueling. It can be all the more difficult when there are no guarantees that our waiting will ever end in this life. Desires we have, prayers we’ve prayed for so long or news we’ve been waiting to hear can tempt us to be impatient, discouraged, to worry or  to wonder if God really cares. But….

“Our willingness to wait reveals the value we place on the object we’re waiting for.” -Charles Stanley

Running ahead of God and choosing not to embrace the waiting season can seem like a good idea in the moment but often times can leave us with a fishing pole that’s broken and useless when a much greater option was on the horizon.

I don’t want the broken fishing pole, I want what’s out on the horizon so today I choose to embrace the wait.

Now Accepting Applications

Now Accepting Applications

The Taylor family is now accepting applications for a full- time laundry fairy.

Applicants must not be put off by incredibly insane amounts of dirty laundry.

A magic wand is preferred but not a requirement. Serious applicants should be capable of keeping the washing machine and dryer running simultaneously seven days a week, 365 days a year with little to no complaining. A master’s degree in Stain Removal and a thorough understanding of the dissertation, “The Mystery of the Lost Sock” are non-negotiable.

This position highly discourages the need for personal days or time off however, in emergency situations time off will be granted provided the applicant understands all laundry will be waiting upon return, twice as high as the day before. 

Applicants who are easily overwhelmed or apprehensive about “unusual” boy smells need not apply. Send applications to :

“One Tired Mom”

1412 Loads of Fun Lane

Laundry Room, NC 28469


At Home Baking

At Home Baking

Last night the delicate scent of warm apple bread filled our home. The savory fragrance confirmed that fall is indeed here. As the dough began to rise and the edges turned a tawny brown I thought about the fact that I was baking.

To most people it’s just bread, but to me it’s so much more.

You see, in the last five months, we’ve lived in four different homes. We moved from our (1) home in the Middle East this past May, stopped by some (2) temporary housing in Alabama and then into (3) transitional housing in North Carolina and, finally, landed in our (4) new home 6 weeks ago. Each stop was an incredible blessing and a gracious gift from God, but for many different reasons we never truly felt settled. Each time we moved into a new home we only unpacked the necessities because we knew it was just a brief stop in the journey. And when you’re only making brief stops along the way- you never really feel settled.

Last night I took mixing bowls out of the cabinet. I pulled a rubber spatula from the drawer. I plugged in my Kitchen Aide mixer and watched it gently fold the batter.

As I sliced the warm bread I realized this was the first time I had baked in months. It may sound strange but baking is something I only have time for when life feels settled and our family is in a good routine. Of course, I can throw a simple dinner together and feed the guys but baking takes time- it’s more careful and methodical.

When my heart is at peace, I bake. When I have the freedom to linger, I bake. When I want to create something with my hands to serve another…I bake.

I sliced the fresh bread and wrapped in it parchment to take to our new neighbors. As I walked out the back door and headed across the grass my heart was flooded with joy. I’m so thankful for this new season. It feels good to be settled. And I’m incredibly grateful to be “home.”

To My Expat Friends

To My Expat Friends

It’s that time of year again.

Summer is drawing to a close with the passing of every late evening sunset which means most expats are preparing to go back “home.” 

This week we talked to friends who have just arrived back in their country of residence. Many other expats are frantically shoving last minute items into already full suitcases, saying emotionally overwhelming goodbyes and scouring the internet for airline tickets that do not involve thirteen hour layovers. Just typing the above sentence causes my blood pressure to elevate and my heart rate to quicken.

Life overseas is not for the faint of heart and going back “home” can bring a flood of emotion ranging from utter elation to woeful sorrow. It’s a strange dichotomy that can’t be explained, only experienced.

Tonight I find myself missing our previous life and longing for the familiarity of the beautiful country we called “home.” Please don’t hear me wrong. I absolutely love where we are right now and I’m beyond thrilled to be back in my home country but as one author so eloquently put it, I find myself  in a strange paradox.

“They can be completely thrilled to be “home” and feel like they just left it at the same time. Give them the space to love both places and the time to grieve their loss. Ask them what they’re going to miss the most.”

The Lord has been incredibly gracious. He has allowed me to deeply love my home country and the other countries I’ve called home. I consider it an absolute gift to be able to write from both sides of the equation and tonight I’m talking to my expat friends and this is what I want to tell you.

-Life can be hard and the day to day task of fighting for joy can be an immense struggle but this is not your forever home and one day you’re going to miss the expat life… soak every day in and let it transform who you are. The Lord will graciously use the most difficult of days to make you look more like His Son and you may not even notice the changes until you’re in a completely new life season.

-I know that you feel alone and forgotten but the truth is you are loved, remembered and prayed for. Life happens and people get busy and the enemy would love to make you think you are alone but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Not only do you serve a great God that promises to be with you, you have an army of people that talk about you, pray for you, remember you and love you…even when you are completely unaware.

“The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.” Zephaniah 3:17

So to all my expat friends, as you’re weighing those bags for the last time and settling into your aisle seat, know that you are loved.

Desert Safari

Desert Safari

One thing can be said for living in a culture that is not your own. Life is rarely prosaic.

Without a doubt, day to day life can be taxing and somewhat demanding but never monotonous.

In the face of constant diversity one can chose to detach from the culture or embrace it head on, enjoying the new and  unfamiliar.

This weekend was a chance for our family to get up close and personal with Arab culture in an exhilarating way.

Our  friends invited us on a Desert Safari complete with dune bashing, camel rides and whole lamb roasted on a spit.  Upon arrival, all guests were given goggles and a shemagh (traditional Middle Eastern head scarf) to keep sand out of our eyes and help us look the part. Sidenote: when you are out in the middle of the barren desert, abayas are optional.

Then we set off into the desert with a professionally trained driver. At times our ATV was literally vertical and I unashamedly screamed like a girl. 

We played soccer, rode beautiful Arabian horses and danced the night away to traditional Arabic music.

However, the highlight of the night was dinner.

One of my favorite things about this culture is the food and this weekend’s feast was no exception.

Sitting under the stars with twinkle lights floating overhead our friends taught us how to choose the best pieces of meat and which desserts were on the “must try” list. It was a perfectly serene ending to the night.

I often tell people that living in the Arab culture will redefine your view of hospitality. This southern girl only thought she knew hospitality but I learned the true meaning of it during our time overseas and I think this quote by Nancy Leigh Demoss sums it up perfectly.

|| The word hospitality in the New Testament comes from two Greek words. The first word means love and the second word means strangers. It’s a word that means love of strangers.||

Lasting Traditions

Lasting Traditions

The salt dough tomb is dried out 

and the colored eggs have all been found. 

Packing away the Easter remnants made me ponder our family traditions.

I couldn’t help but smile as I reflected back on the years of matching Easter outfits and color coordinating baskets. 

That life seems like a distant memory.

Reminiscing on those distant days made me wonder why certain traditions have stood the test of time and others have fallen by the wayside. 

Some of our family traditions ceased to exist when we moved to the Middle East. Partly  because I could no longer find the necessary items to make said tradition a reality and partly because mama was tired and didn’t want to add another. single. thing. to an already full plate.

I settled on a handful of meaningful traditions and those are the ones that have held on through numerous homes, multiple cities, varying cultures, different countries and ever changing seasons  of life.

My thoughts were prompted by the Easter holiday but the same holds true for other celebrations throughout the year. Holidays, birthdays and anniversaries all hold traditions that are woven into the fabric of our family. Other enjoyable traditions have come and gone but the  ones that are meaningful, simple and purposeful are still with us today.

I have a running list of things I wish I could go back and tell a younger me. This week the list grew a tad bit longer.

||the everyday routines of life and the special celebrations of holidays and dates will become part of who you are as a family. The simple becomes familiar and the familiar becomes noteworthy. What we do over and over again will become habit and habits become ingrained. Choose wisely and seize every opportunity to take the ordinary as well as the extraordinary and use it as a means to point to Christ||


Plain Oatmeal

Plain Oatmeal

When our oldest son was two I taught him his colors by dropping food coloring in his oatmeal.

It was an effortless way to make our mundane breakfast routine a bit more exciting.

It unintentionally became somewhat of a tradition and eleven years later I’m still swirling vibrant drops of color into creamy oats. 
That winsome, curly haired boy is thirteen now.

He didn’t want Lego’s for Christmas this year.

He only wants to watch soccer on the big screen when we go to Chuck E. Cheese.

And last week… he requested oatmeal with no colors.

They weren’t kidding when they said, “Don’t blink!”

I know that colored oatmeal is trivial against the big backdrop of life but his request for plain oats was a reminder of so much more.

My little boy is growing into a young man. His likes and dislikes are changing. His personality is changing. His voice is changing. And what he needs from me as a mom, friend and fellow follower of Christ is changing.

I love that he is growing into a young man but I find myself constantly drifting between loosening my white knuckled fists to allow a young man freedom and locking my arms tightly around him and never letting go.

This new season of parenting can be indescribably sweet and a stark reminder of my dependence on God. Due to the latter, I created a prayer guide that uses scripture to specifically focus on the the things I want for my son.


Prayers For Your Teen Son

James 5:16 says, “the prayer of a righteous person is  powerful and effective”

 My hope is that this simple guide will help other weary moms as we join together to fight for the hearts of our sons.

Abaya Meme

Abaya Meme

“Do you have to wear that black dress everywhere you go?”

“Do you cover your head when you are in public?”

Those are the two most common questions I get when people find out we live in the Middle East. I could write volumes on the abaya (the arabic word for the black dress) and my personal thoughts on what it’s like to wear it every time I leave the house but for today…I’m going to leave this right here.