Complete honesty here— I wonder how I ever make it out of the house with keys on my own, let alone with my little humans in tow. 
But somehow, we hold it together- sometimes it’s messy; takes duct tape, play dough, solidified grape jelly hidden from under the couch (SO gross, I know)- but we make it work, this thing called motherhood. 
You’ve probably heard it said it takes a village to raise a child. I don’t know how the village equation works as number of children increase. Also don't know if there’s a number you’re supposed to call or if the villagers are supposed to show up at your door (I'm still on hold with the operator). My point is, maybe you have a supportive tribe; maybe you don’t. Maybe you’re not even a mama yet, or your kids are out of the house.

 That’s OK- this is a place of encouragement where we can all just have fun, and fill one another’s cups. 

I chose the blog name “my cup is spilling over” for several reasons.

First of all, it’s hilarious— because my cup is ALWAYS SPILLING. If it’s not me spilling my coffee in the car, or standing at the fridge staring off into space overflowing my water at the dispenser, one kid or another is spilling a cup over. But beyond that, it’s a reminder to me that all my life God has been so faithful, seeing me through some of the darkest nights, deepest valleys in the shadow of death. Who am I that He’d be mindful... I’m not only breathing today but breathing in God’s new mercies every morning, living life to the full, so yeah- I’d say “my cup runneth over.”

I hope yours does, too. 

XO, 

Ruth

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