There, I said it. And even more importantly I need to say that it’s ok for me not to be ok. Sometimes I go through phases when I need to tell myself that everything is good-great-wonderful, and that just hasn’t been the case for me for the past 5 years.
Have you seen those self stick wallpapers that are super popular right now? Me too, everywhere! I have been wanting so badly to create a space that is just for me in our house, somewhere not overrun with kid stuff and love those wallpapers but they’re a lot of work to get up and sort of pricey ($400!?). We have had our 4th bedroom upstairs packed full of stuff that needed
I always thought that in order to be happy I had to look a certain way or make a certain amount of money or drive a certain car or be at a certain status quo, whatever that was at the time in regards to what I was going through. It’s been a long time coming with lots of soul searching,
Sometimes you just need to belt out your favorite worship song and move on with your day, right? My favorite song right now is Mighty Cross. I love singing it when we’re at church, love hearing it on the radio…ugh I just love it!
Today is a GOOD day! One year ago today was the first time I stepped foot inside my church and it was a day that changed my life forever. I’ve never been a faithful person and didn’t imagine myself turning to God but for me, it took hitting my lowest low to finally reach out to someone who had more power than I had.
We all know that self care is a huge deal right now and is all over social media. I have no doubts that it’s important and one of the ways I love taking care of me is by having me time. Sometimes that means getting a mani/pedi, sometimes I’ll go to Target by my self, sometimes that even just means to be able to shower once my husband is home and watching the kiddos!
This morning something was said at church and it hit me so hard... "Faith is the evidence of things not seen." When I first started going to church, just over ten months ago, I didn't know what to think and believe. I didn't necessarily need physical proof that God existed but some people seem to need that.
You know the love that you feel for your kids? Like-even if they do something wrong that they KNOW they shouldn’t do (like Mr. Brody with his shoes on my coffee table!), you still love them. Unconditional love.
Last week I felt like I had no lows, you know like highs and lows of life... I was riding high. When I was meeting with why women’s group from church I even said that I didn’t have any lows. I felt kind of guilty hearing other peoples’ lows of the week and feeling pretty good about my week. This week has been a little different.
"Be still, and know that I am God." ~ Psalm 46:10. This week has been go-go-go for me. If I'm not doing something for Emily, I'm doing something for Brody. In the very rare down time I have during the day when I know I should be doing something for myself
I’m gonna talk about something that’s been on my mind for a little bit now; Being a Christian woman in 2018. I feel like there is a stigma attached to the term Christian and that some people have this misconception that in order to be a Christian woman/wife/mother today you have to be this boring, ho-hum, never do anything fun kind of person.
Today marks a huge milestone in my marriage to my husband, Scott. We have officially been married for six years! SIX years! I have always heard that the first five years of your marriage will be the hardest and I believe that at this point. Year five was crazy difficult and trying for us, both as a couple and as individuals. We had so so many Lowes and not many highs. It really was the hardest time of my life.
I wanted to share two Instagram posts that pretty much have summed up my latest feelings about faith and growth with God. I've never been one to talk a lot about my faith but I'm starting to want to because I know it could help bring people who aren't following Jesus to Him and that's what we're all made to do right?
This week has been sort of a big deal for me. I've been going to my church only since last November. I started going because my whole life was turned upside down and I was pretending to be happy to almost very single person in my life and especially on my social media channels and blog.
Every Sunday, we all wake up, the hubs usually has to work (life of a Police Detective), I rush around to get both kiddos fed, dressed, happy, and in the car, along with getting myself semi-presentable to be out in public. Church starts at 9:00 am and it's about 20 minutes away, and I'm lucky if I've got everyone in the car and moving by 8:30 am.
Sundays are one of my favorite days. I love waking up knowing I'll be heading to church with my family and that I'll be surrounded by like-minded people who came to praise our savior. Church used to scare me but once I accepted Jesus into my heart everything changed. I love going to church now!
So here I am, 32 years old and wondering about so many things in my life. Why am I here? Why does nothing seem to be going the way it should be? Why are there so many tragic things happening around the world? What's next for me? Who am I?
Man, that's a question I've asked myself over and over again, in so many different situations. Have you asked yourself that question before, as a wife, mother, a friend, a believer, a provider? There are so many times I've talked myself into believing that I wasn't enough.
Ahh, the question I ask myself probably 10x or more a week, am I right?! Sometimes I feel like life gets us down, things don't go the way we think they will or plan for, people leave us too early, horrible things are happening in the world... All those things used to make me wonder what my life's purpose was.
So a little back story; I took the babies out of daycare in November. Brody had had some issues with the place we were sending him to and I just felt like it was the right thing to do for our family. Anyway, I sometimes will wonder if they're missing out on having daily social interaction with kiddos their same ages.