Between the blaring, always-on-duty world of mothering and our womans wistful yearning for personal time and space, Mandy Arioto wedges a place for us to be. Courageous. Ever honest. Present. Here is a lovely read that weaves hope in our here. I found myself bobbing along after Mandys musings, chasing her like a child after a firefly through inky nights, eager to capture her discoveries as my own. Dark. Light. Mandy convinces us that God uses everything to shape us into who we always wanted to be.
E LISA M ORGAN , speaker, author, The Beauty of Broken
and Hello, Beauty Full; cohost, Discover the Word,
www.discovertheword.org; President Emerita, MOPS
International, www.mops.org
Starry-Eyed will encourage moms of all ages and stages to embrace grace in the midst of their ordinary life. From the weary to the wonderful, the stressful to the sublime, God is there. We just need a little help seeing him. Mandy Arioto shows us how.
K AREN E HMAN , New York Times bestselling author of
Keep It Shut and Hoodwinked; Proverbs 31 Ministries
speaker; wife and mother of three
Mandys candid stories about what it means to be a woman, a wife, and a mother had me laughing out loud one moment and crying the next. Starry-Eyed is the kind of book you buy multiple copies of to give away to friends.
JJ H ELLER , singer/songwriter
I first heard of Mandy when I was a pastor at MOSAIC in Los Angeles. Our campus pastor in San Diego kept saying, You have to meet Mandy! He would tell me, Shes the future, man. I finally got to know Mandy in an RV by the beach on a speakers retreat that turned into a surf session. I was struck by her quiet power and her depth of insight. When Mandy leads, people grow. When Mandy speaks, hearts open. When Mandy cares, our world heals. Mandy is an amazing mom, leader, speaker, and woman of faith. As I read Mandys book, I thought of my own mom, my wife, my sisters, and my daughters. I want them to be informed by Mandys bold and insightful words. I want my daughters to know they were created for the wild light and the beautiful darkness. Im getting this book for every mom in my life.
H ANK F ORTENER , founder, AdoptTogether.org; teaching
pastor, MOSAIC
By dignifying the darkness, Mandy Arioto leads us into the dark night as well as the jubilant light and reminds us there are gifts in both. Whether shes writing about motherhood, vocation, friendship, marriage, or family, we are invited to consider how we are formed by lifes changing skies. You are sure to find yourself and your journey in these pages.
L EEANA T ANKERSLEY , author of Brazen and Breathing Room
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Title: Starry-eyed : seeing grace in the unfolding constellation of life and motherhood / Mandy Arioto.
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For Cindy and Charley:
Our roots will always be tangled. I am glad for that.
And for the A-team:
Joe, Joseph, Ellie, and Charlotte
Ally Condie, Matched (New York: Speak, 2011), 216.
Contents
H ave you ever had a time in your life when things felt off? Like the sun has become eclipsed by the moon and everything that at one point made sense in the bright light of day now feels uncertain in its darkness?
There are three distinct seasons in my life when I forgot what the warmth of light felt like; three seasons when uncertainty consumed and I had to learn how to make peace with the dark. The first was when I was twenty and was confronted with a loss that took the breath out of my lungs, the second was a season when I was searching for what I was supposed to do in the world, and the last one happened on a warm night one May.
The night was unusually humid for spring in Northern California. The evening breeze that blew through my hair and over my bare shoulders was just enough to make being outside bearable. My three-year-old son and I were standing in our driveway just like we did every night that spring, under a dark sky filled with stars. Each night we followed the same routine. Just before bed, Joseph and I would grab hands and walk outside to stand in our driveway. He would find the moon, and then we would both point out the stars and constellations whose lights were beginning to emerge as the darkness deepened. Holding his hand, I could feel the beat of his heart straight through our meshed fingers. We were connected not only by blood but also because we had once shared the most intimate space for nine months. Our hearts were synced to one anothers.
On this particular night I was heartbroken. Joe and I had been trying for seven months to get pregnant with a second child, but once again my body bled, and disappointment plunged me into a desolation that was becoming all too familiar. Sensing my despair, my husband Joe joined us in the driveway. He wrapped his arm around my waist and whispered that everything would be okay, and that a family of three can be just as awesome as a family of four. Then, in a gesture to brighten the mood, he pulled out some matches along with a long, thin box of sparklers I had been storing away for the Fourth of July.