me to settle for some fruit as a consolation prize? The certain reality is, none of us is going to make it off this highway called life alive, but we can praise and glorify God with the windows rolled down and the music turned up while we are able, so … why not?
It took me quite some time, but I now know that the very best place for me to learn about receiving and giving God’s love is … yep! in my metaphorical (and actual) minivan, backing out of the garage on the “x” that marks the spot where my very own family may be found.
It’s in the small, hidden ways (and the big, loud ones, too) that God is directing and leading ever closer to my final destination.
This book truly is a love letter for you, mamas-in-arms! I sure hope you like it and find it somewhat helpful.
You oughta know
The first fruit of the Holy Spirit is love, and that’s exactly what kept my engine revved as I wrote this book for you—yes, you! Death by Minivan is my love letter to you and every other mama heading into, smack dab in the middle of, or heading out of the trenches of the mother’hood.
Here’s what I hope you’ll get out of it:
• I want you to know that you are not tackling the towering mountains of diapers and laundry and schoolwork and snacks and fevers and playdates and dust bunnies and doctor appointments and wet kisses and boo-boos and grocery lists and teen talk and cooking by yourself. There are countless sisters out there just like you, who are also striving toward holiness one milepost at a time. He’s got a plan for you, and you aren’t alone. We’ve almost got a carpool going on up in here!
• I want you to know that you are enough, just as you are, and you can most assuredly handle this crazy, grace-filled journey called motherhood, because God can and will provide every grace and blessing that you need through the power of the Holy Spirit for you to bear abundant fruit.
• I want you to know that it is okay if you do things differently than other moms. The world needs some of your unique flavor and spice, and it needs your kids’ individuality, too. Embrace the kind of mama God created you to be and watch the road start to get a bit smoother, sweeter, and more fruitful.
• I want you to know that, even if you might think you’re messing up this whole motherhood gig, it’s okay, because God alone is perfect. If you’re like me, you’d start a savings plan for your kids’ future therapy needs—if you could afford it. Yet no matter how inadequate you may feel, God is good. He’s faithful. He’s got this. He has you, your husband, and your kids, every mountain you’ll ever have to scale, every valley you’ll ever wander.
• I want you to know how very, very much you are loved. Right here, right now. In the messiness, in the joys, in the struggles, in the blessings, in the brokenness. How you are loved big by an even bigger God. And how “loved big” is an epic understatement. How he can handle all your joys, sorrows, frustrations, and celebrations. He’s in this with you for the long haul, because he knows the path you’re traveling is difficult, but so very worth it. You were worth his journey to Calvary two thousand years ago, and you’re worth accompanying on the winding roads that make up your life today.
This book exists because I thought you might need to hear these things every once in a while, just like I do.
Now you should know upfront that just because I have five kids doesn’t mean I’m a parenting expert or a better mom than you. No way, no how! And just because I write about spiritual things doesn’t mean I’m a theologian or a biblical scholar. I’m a Christian mom faithful to the Church who has (mostly!) surrendered herself and her husband and children to the merciful arms of Jesus Christ, hoping that we all reach our final destination (heaven) someday.
To be clear, this book is not meant to be a how-to manual, because even after sixteen years in the mother’hood, I don’t always know exactly “how to”! Plus, your “how to” for life with your family will likely look different from mine, and that’s absolutely okay.
God willing, this book will inject some encouragement, commiseration, inspiration, and bursts of laughter into your life. Amen, alleluia, and praise God!
How to win at reading this book
Each chapter focuses on one of the fruits of the Holy Spirit found in Galatians, along with the four other nontraditional fruits I added. I began by reflecting on how that chapter’s fruit applies to our lives. Some chapters also include specific roadblocks or practical ideas for cultivating a particular fruit. Each chapter contains some helpful components for further reflection, discussion, and prayer, including:
• Yield to the power of the Holy Spirit. A brief prayer to the Holy Spirit for the specific fruit at the end of the chapter.
• GPS: God Positioning System. Scripture verses to illuminate your reading. Perfect for prayer, meditation, and possible memorization (#goals).
• Roadside Assistance. Selected excerpts from the saints and others are included to inspire and provoke (in a good way).
• Pit Stop. Various other resources or suggestions are listed to help you on your journey. Take what works for you and leave what doesn’t! There’s also space for you to include your own ideas.
• Discuss Amongst Yourselves. In case you decide to read this book with other moms, I’ve added discussion questions at the end of each chapter to spark personal reflection and more in-depth conversation.
So, my friend: read this book alone, in your favorite chair or your favorite coffee shop. Or in the park. Or at the library. Or in the pickup line. Or the drive-through. Or in the bathroom (I won’t tell). Rip apart my theories and conclusions. Come up with your own. Take a nap if you can. Read some more.
Or read it with your friends. Listen to one other. Have something to drink. Laugh a lot! Pray together. Be sisters in Christ. This book was written for you under the influence of my children. Now you can’t say I didn’t warn you.
Mamas, start your engines!
Buckle Up, Buttercup
(( prologue ))
“Ummm …” I stammered, “am I supposed to feel like I’m driving my living room around on the road?”
My sweaty hands gripped the steering wheel as I attempted to navigate a lane change. I’d never been so grateful for seatbelts and airbags in my life. The car salesman chuckled from the passenger seat next to me. “It takes a little bit of getting used to, but consider all the space you’ll have!”
“Isn’t this great, Babe? All this space!” my husband enthused from the backseat.
“Yeah!” I responded through lips forced into a faker-than-fake smile. “Great!”
Space. I couldn’t deny that it was at a premium these days. After spending several enjoyable months as the proud owners of an attractive, mid-sized SUV, we realized that, once the new baby arrived (our fourth), we’d need more room for yet another car seat, as well as the additional 3,267 things tiny humans need to stay alive.
I let out a weighty sigh, trying to focus my attention on the road, but I couldn’t
