Elizabeth Manley
Hi! My name is Elizabeth and I am a homeschooling, stay at home mom of four precious kiddos. They are 11, 8, 6 and 4 years old. My husband and I are college sweethearts and have been married for sixteen years. After the death of our first child, we entered full time ministry with a passion for walking with individuals and families through grief and suffering. Our family moved to Chattanooga three years ago and we have fallen in love with the rolling mountains and rivers. I love connecting with other mamas who have lost children in pregnancy and offering them a hand to hold.
My Season of Grief
October is coming. It is almost time for scarves and marshmallows around the fire pit. October is coming with its pumpkins, and orange and red leaves that crunch under boots. October is open windows,...
Therapy > Vacations
Every August, my husband and I celebrate our friendiversary -- the month we met and became friends during college. I had just gotten back into town for classes and was starting my senior year...
This Parenting Thing
“These days with three young kids many weeks pass by with such urgency...get the two-year-old out of her crib before she starts screaming, make breakfast, nurse the baby, drink coffee, fix ten snacks, get...
No Perfect Moms
I am an introvert in a house brimming with extroverts; five to one they have me beat. I have taken to retreating to a hot bath or shower at the end of the day...
Remodeling Hospitality
“Cooper Harold,” her voice was stern and motherly as she called out to my son. The corners of my mouth twitched slightly upward as I stirred the thick brownie batter in her newly renovated...
Gentle Parenting: A New Rhythm of Self-Care
“Moooommmmyyyyy! Mommy!!!” her little voice grew louder and more impatient as she yelled from her crib, protesting naptime. My heartbeat thumped faster, and I knew her naptime protest would limit the only bit of...
The Magic Reset Button
“Everyone hit the reset button!,” I yelled over the chaos that we sometimes call lunch. Their voices had joined together to become an unhappy chorus of “She’s sitting too close to me!,” “He’s breathing...