Praise for
Blue Like Play Dough
I couldnt put Blue Like Play Dough down. Tricias love of God comes through on every page as she shows what motherhood is like when God wields His rolling pin and smoothes the rough edges of her life. Before you know it, your heart will be putty in Gods hands, too.
G INGER K OLBABA , editor, Todays Christian Woman
With fresh, disarming honesty, Tricia Goyer gives us a glimpse into the challenges of motherhood and womanhood as we know it oh-so-well. She then gently nudges us to remain pliable in the hands of the One who is deliberate in His plans for us. A surrendered life is a beautiful life. Thanks, Tricia, for giving us an authentic picture of what that sort of life looks like.
R OBIN J ONES G UNN , best-selling author of the Christy Miller series and the Sisterchicks series
A hopeful book that moms will relish, Blue Like Play Dough is an honest, peel-back-the-covers look at the creative way God shapes us through childhood and parenthood. Tricia Goyer explores her own weaknesses along the journey, revealing her desire to serve the God who forms strength and joy and perseverance within her. A compelling, fresh read.
Mary E. DeMuth, author of Authentic Parenting in a Postmodern Culture
I didnt even know I needed to read this book until I found myself weeping as Tricias story reached right into my mothering heart. Part memoir and part self-help, Blue Like Play Dough is a must read for every mother who has ever doubted her purpose. An honest, hopeful read that will hearten moms no matter what stage of motherhood they are in.
T INA A NN F ORKNER , author of Ruby Among Us and Rose House
Tricias story reveals a great truth: that as God uses us to grow our kids, He grows us in the process too.
M ARY B YERS , author of Making Work at Home Work and The Mother Load
The best hostesses make you feel welcome in their home, a part of the family. Likewise, the best authors make you feel welcome as you visit them in the pages of their books. Tricia Goyer does that in Blue Like Play Dough as she invites you to come into her life and hang out with her family, and she doesnt apologize for the messiness of family life. Instead, with refreshing vulnerability and transparency, she shows us all that its okay to be imperfect in the hands of a God whose love for His own is perfect.
N ANCY K ENNEDY , author of Girl on a Swing and Lipstick Grace
Tricias book is a masterpiece on motherhoodsculpted by her handsshaped by her love for God.
M ARGARET McS WEENEY , author of Pearl Girls: Encountering Grit, Experiencing Grace
Blue Like Play Dough had me nodding, laughing, crying, dog-earing favorite pages, and saying, Wow, Im not the only mom who feels that way? Im not weird? Honest, gut-wrenching, and funnythis is the kind of book every mom needs to read and keep on her shelflike a longtime friendthere to walk beside you, drink coffee with you, encourage you. Loved this book!
K IMBERLEY W OODHOUSE , author of Welcome Home: Our Familys Journey to Extreme Joy
To John
My life partner and true love. Thank you for walking with
me as Im squished and stretchedand for letting me write
about the mess of it!
Contents
Foreword
A s much as I care about having a Mary Heart in a Martha World, Im coming to realize that another important adventure begins for women when we choose to have a Play Dough Heart in a Lego World! Something wonderful happens when we choose to surrender our ideas of how things must be and instead allow God to shape us. Then the Holy Spirit can take our willingness and make something infinitely more beautiful than all our carefully constructed plans could have ever accomplished.
This book and Tricia Goyers life are proof of that.
Ill never forget the day I first met Tricia. As a beginning writer, I was excited to meet someone further down the road than I, not to mention one who had let me know she was willing to help me on my journey. At her home, we laughed as we chattered over a cup of tea about the ins and outs of publishing. But I have to confess I felt a little intimidated. Tricias house was in pristine order, her kids well behaved, her office an organizers dream. In short, she appeared to be everything I was not. The fact she was ten years younger didnt help. But Tricias sweet authenticity and genuine acceptance overcame my insecurities. One cup of tea and we became fast friends.
As impressed as I was with the twenty-something Tricia I met fourteen years ago, I can honestly say my admiration for her has only grown. Oh, her house isnt nearly as clean now, and her officewell, lets just say the piles of research and books do my little heart good. But the beauty of my friends life now is absolutely breathtaking! Rather than focusing on shaping a perfectly ordered life, she has chosen to be moldable clay in Gods hands. Tricia is still everything she was, but she has become so much more.
Im privileged to recommend Blue Like Play Dough for your personal reading. You will be both charmed and challenged by Tricias wonderful book. Ive laughed and cried through its pages. Most of all, Ive experienced a renewed desire to surrender all that I am into my Fathers trustworthy hands. After all, He has a much better idea of what He had in mind when He made the original me, as Charlie Shedd wrote.
Though we may all tremble a bit at the thought, I pray we each come to that sweet point of surrender. For us it will be an incredibly freeing and transforming act of becomingplay dough in Gods hands.
J OANNA W EAVER , author of Having a Mary Heart in a
Martha World and Having a Mary Spirit
Prologue
B efore I knew play dough could be bought in the store, I remember playing with salt dough my mom had made. It was warm in my hands and it smelled yeasty, like the bakery downtown. I squished it and formed it into a tiny baby with chubby arms and legs. I loved dolls, and I loved imagining what it would be like when I would be a mom. Someday Id have a baby of my own instead of a salt-dough creation.
But when I had kids, I felt like I was the one being squished and pressed. At times I felt like I was being poked as I tried to deal with the 101 needs of my kids. I felt stretched as I struggled through things Id hoped Id never have to facelike hospitalized children, disobedient children, lost children (more than once on all counts). I felt pulled when I tried to balance raising kids, taking care of our house, serving in church, and following my dreams. There were even days when I felt as if I was literally being poundedby life, by my hang-ups, by my own insecurities and doubts that I was good enough as a mom.
One day I was praying about all the hard stuff in life, and into my mind came an image of a blue lump of play dough. As I focused on it, I realized the lump wasnt something my kids or I held in our hands. Rather it was something God held in His. I was that lump. As I watched God pull and tug, I saw that He was following a pattern. He had something in mind. God, the artist, was shaping me, forming me to represent an image of His Son.