I realize that it has been, well, a long time since I last posted. Truth be told, I have written several posts (a couple were unintentionally deleted by my wonderful internet resetting, a couple others were erased by my own will not being satisfied with the way my thoughts were conveyed in words.) One of my deepest struggles at this junction in my life is being a stay-at-home mom. Not because of my girls. I love them to pieces and am so incredibly grateful to have this extra time with them as they are growing and developing into the little ladies they are. It’s a hodgepodge of dissatisfaction in my ability to maintain a home (I hate cleaning…I really really do), and feeling as if I am slowly losing any knowledge or wisdom I may have ascertained through school (my vocabulary is shrinking, rapidly). But this article gave me hope. It has allowed me to forgive my inadequacies and know that there is still plenty for me to do in this life. At the forefront of that is to raise my girls to know a God without limits. To not just know about him but to create an environment where they can’t help but know him intimately as the LORD (read I AM). He is their creator and the only one who can capture their hearts for himself, but Kyle and I can raise them in an environment that welcomes the spirit.
I hope you enjoy this blog as much as I did.

Megan Westra

Image(credit: Robyn Vining)




She was the greatest little surprise I could never have even begun to imagine.

My nose. Her father’s eyes.  A personality all her own.


I had been told all my life that motherhood was the ultimate fulfillment in a woman’s life.


For me, it has been more like the ultimate drive.

Like Indiana Jones running away from a giant bolder, the urgency of Kingdom come has never been more real.

 A fire at my back and in my bones and cradled in my arms.


I became a feminist shortly after I gave birth to my daughter.

My liberation came not in renouncing marriage and motherhood, not in the pursuit of a career, or the burning of my bra. What lit the fire of demanding equality for my gender was the thought of my child growing up in a world where…

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