Hey y’all! Yes, I’m from Oklahoma so we definitely overuse that greeting. Thanks for joining me on Mollie, Mom of Three! I’d like to kick off my blog with some information about myself, my family, and my journey to starting this website. So, here goes! Happy Reading!
My name is Mollie Ryan, and I’m 26 years old. I’ve been married for five years to my wonderfully gracious and endlessly patient husband Dustin, and we have three beautiful children under the age of four. Needless to say the last ten years of my life have been consumed with change. And you should know that word change is like a cuss word to me. I HATE change. I mean, I like redecorating, rearranging, and repurposing furniture, but that’s not the kind of change I’m talking about. I’m talking about major life changes that are stressful, uncomfortable, and even painful- physically or otherwise! Change. It makes me cringe. I suppose this is the part where I confess to you that I’m stubborn and perhaps a little selfish. Gasp! The Lord has revealed this to me numerous times in recent years, and judging by the way my plans always seem to fall apart His work is not done in me yet.
I titled this first blog post New Beginnings because that’s my prayer for 2017. Can we all agree that 2016 was ROUGH? I had to stop watching the news because my heart just could not take it. Syria. ISIS. Black Lives Matter. THAT ELECTION. I could not turn on the TV without turning on all the tears. My own home was a place of uncertainty, and there were many days I felt trapped in it. My husband was laid off from a job in the oil & gas industry, and we welcomed our third surprise just 8 weeks later. A major (unforeseen) job change, a new baby, two toddlers, and postpartum depression to boot. It all seemed too much. But God was faithful. He provided the resources and people that we needed to keep moving. Every time. Without fail. 2016 was a year of so much change, so much growth. We were blessed by others at every turn. It was such a humbling experience, and it prompted some tough conversations about our family’s future.
I’m not much for New Year’s Resolutions. I’ve found that I’m too legalistic for them. I am happy for what they do for others, but for myself I cannot let go of the rule-follower mentality. However, I have endeavored to come up with a singular theme for this year. This year’s theme for the Ryan family will be one word: Enough. I’ve struggled for too long with not feeling like enough of a wife, enough of a mother, enough of a friend. It’s a word that usually carries a negative connotation, but this year I’m changing the meaning of that word. This year, I want to walk in the truth that I’m enough. I want my husband and children to know that they are enough. We have enough. We do enough. We are enough. This is a new year, a new beginning, and a new chance to experience the bounty of having, doing, and being enough.