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My name is Morgan Reece and this is my personal blog. I live in Stillwater, Oklahoma, with my husband and most of our six children (the ones not yet in college).

I started this project to help you find simple solutions to the challenges of life. It's a way to connect other moms with resources that have helped me in puzzling out chronic health issues and simplifying everyday challenges. But before I even finished setting it up, life got even busier, and the blog was set aside. 

In the meantime, God laid it on my heart to write a book in honor of my mom It was while writing  this book that I went through a crisis of sorts.

See, I’m learning that being A Smarter Mom is a whole lot more about resting. Depending on my Lord, moment by moment… acknowledging His all-sufficient grace rather than frantically spinning my wheels trying to make something happen or do things “just right.”

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been wandering in the desert, the Promised Land is closer than you think.

My Story

A nerdy girl in school who found my significance in getting good grades, I won an engineering scholarship to Virginia Tech and never finished. It wouldn't have made sense to do so, because I was only ever in engineering in case my dreams of becoming a rock 'n' roll star didn't materialize.

All of that changed the summer I turned 20, when I finally comprehended how utterly lost I was, how helpless to save myself, and the complete sufficiency and necessity of Jesus Christ's vicarious death on the Cross for my salvation.

My salvation replaced dreams of rock 'n' roll stardom with a desire to be married, raise a family, and serve God. I flew to Fairbanks, Alaska, and spent over 10 years getting to know my Lord and Savior while working first as a legal secretary and then as a church secretary.

In 1994, my mechanic introduced me to his cousin at church after the early service. I learned later that Terry had been badgering Dennis for months with, “I wish you’d let me introduce you to your future wife.”

Sixteen months later we were married, and began a grand adventure, serving our Lord together: first as volunteers in our local church, later as staff at a Bible College and then at a church where he was an assistant pastor for over 16 years. In 2014, he resigned his position and we moved “kit and caboodle” to America’s heartland, where we are presently serving in an independent Baptist church.

It was here, in Oklahoma, that my heart experienced the meat grinder of regret.

The Path to Perfectionism

Shortly after I was married, my sister gave me a book on natural childbirth. I devoured it on my plane trip home, and found other books it referenced at my local library. One of these was The Brewer Medical Diet for Normal and High-Risk Pregnancy by Dr. Tom Brewer. Full of amazing statistics and facts about the impact nutrition had on pregnancy outcomes among low-income mothers, that book had a profound impact on me. I wasn't just eager to follow a nutritious diet. I was responsible.

It wasn’t that the prescribed diet was bad. It was that it became my hope. This is only one example of how perfectionism gradually took over my life.

After the birth of my third child, I developed a painful, systemic Candida infection. The stabbing and burning that followed every nursing episode drove me to prescription painkillers, and frantically searching for answers. I found hope in books and protocols that seemed to provide relief, if not a complete cure. But the plans I devised had to be followed perfectly, or the pain returned with a vengeance. Worse, this problem reappeared with each successive birth.

Over the years I developed a pattern that is all-too-obvious to me now, but which I did not see at the time:

  • recognize a need (symptoms of chronic illness, or academic needs of children, or a healthy eating plan, or bugs in the garden);
  • research answers for months at a time, staying up until the wee hours of the morning to do so;
  • draft up a protocol or curriculum or menu;
  • research again, and revise the plan;
  • discover another need or problem.

It wasn’t until the day my two oldest children drove off together for Bible college — on a day I wasn’t even home to send them on their way — that I realized what a stranger I had become to my own family.

“A child left to himself bringeth his mother to shame.” (Proverbs 29:15b.)

That was a difficult day for me as a mom.

To know that The Little Engine That Could days are gone forever.

To wonder if my two oldest even suspected how much I cared about them. How could they?

And what about the ones still at home? How well do I really know them? They’ve all professed faith in Christ, and for that I am deeply grateful. But how much of Him do they see in me?

Jesus had time for people. “Let the little children come unto me.”

About six months later, plans were being made for my mom’s birthday party in California. My wonderful Dennis said I could go. God laid it on my heart to write a book of appreciation for my mom. And it was in writing that book that I began to see how far I had strayed from God’s plan.

Being a Christian doesn’t instantly make you like Jesus…

The path to transformation isn’t paved with self effort…

What God requires is something totally different…

It starts with complete dependence on Him.

And so, I came back to this blog. It’s a place to share my journey as a wife and mother, and to help you avoid the painful meat grinder of regret.

It’s a place to encourage others to realize they are not alone, and that — while it’s the most challenging role I’ve ever had — being a mom is not as hard as our perfectionist tendencies make it seem.

ASmarterMom.com is all about developing Biblical, common-sense habits to efficiently build relationships and health for our families.

So please feel free to tag along as I work out all the ways I need to be A Smarter Mom… let’s enjoy the journey together!

Sign up for my newsletter to receive regular encouragement as well as helpful resources. It’s also the place where I share how God is teaching me to embrace my messy life. Maybe it will inspire you to embrace yours. God wants you to believe that He loves you and has good plans for you, to bring you an expected end and a hope.

7 Gifts Author Morgan Reece

My Statement of Faith

I am a Biblical Baptist. What does this mean?

The short version is:

I believe Jesus Christ is the only way to Heaven, and that others have the right to disagree with me. Salvation is in Jesus Christ Himself, not a creed or church label. You don’t have to be a Baptist to go to Heaven, you only have to trust the finished work of Christ. If you are genuinely trusting Him, the Holy Spirit that indwells you will comfort, guide, and change you.

The longer version goes something like this:

I cannot force anyone to believe. Each person is given “soul liberty” to choose for themselves. Still, He has commanded me to tell others about His saving grace, so they can at least make an informed decision about eternity. (As if anyone going to Heaven wouldn’t already want to bring someone else along! But He knew our frailty and the temptation to be fearful of others or to take for granted His unspeakable gift.)

I believe the Bible is the inspired Word of God and the Traditional Text is God’s Word preserved, with the King James Version being derived from it for English-speaking people. (More information here: http://www.tbsbibles.org/articles/what-todays-christian-needs-to-know-about-the-greek-new-testament)

I believe in the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

I believe in one God, the Father, the Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, of all that is, seen and unseen.

I believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son of God, of one Being with the Father and Holy Spirit, for these are one God, eternally existent in three persons.
By Him were all things made that were made.
For us and for our salvation He came down from heaven:
He was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, and was made man.
For our sake He was crucified under Pontius Pilate;
He suffered death and was buried.
On the third day He rose again from the dead in accordance with the Scriptures;
He ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead, and His kingdom will have no end.


I believe in the Holy Spirit, who proceeds from the Father and the Son.
His ministry is to glorify the Lord Jesus Christ, and to teach and comfort the saints.
He has spoken through the Prophets.
I believe Christians are commanded to be filled with the Holy Spirit, and obedience to this command is evidenced by their boldness to witness of the saving faith of Jesus Christ and desire to live a holy life.

I believe all true Christians make up the Family of God.

I know that my Redeemer lives and that yet in my flesh shall I see my God. I look forward to the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come.

I acknowledge baptism represents “the answer of a good conscience toward God” (1 Peter 3:21) which we receive by faith in the saving blood of Christ (Hebrews 9:14). It is an ordinance which identifies the believer with Christ’s death, burial, and resurrection (Acts 8:36-37, Romans 6:4), as well as with the local church assembly whose authorized agent administrates the baptism (Acts 2:41).

I am in His easy yoke, learning of Him who is gentle and meek with others, yet more powerful than any temptation. He is the source of all that is good.​

DISCLAIMER This is my personal blog. I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV. The information provided here is for you to use however you like; please consult a qualified medical practitioner for your personal needs. I make no representation as to accuracy, completeness, currentness, suitability, or validity of any information on this blog and will not be liable for any errors, omissions, or delays in this information or any losses, injuries, or damages arising from its use.

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