Saturday, January 21, 2017

Inauguration feelings

So, we have a new president.

Here's where I start this post by telling you that I wasn't really rooting for anyone in this race.  He wasn't my first, second, or third choice....but oh golly....did I not want her to win either.

Yeah, we're going to touch on politics on this blog.

Eight years ago, I felt betrayed by my fellow voters. That they had failed to do the research I had. Fear for the future that lay ahead. I felt voiceless,  helpless, hopeless.

A lot of what the other half is probably feeling today, to be honest. Guess what guys....I understand how you feel!

And just how I felt, you will get through these next few years. You will feel frustrated.  You will feel helpless and hopeless. While I'm sad you'll probably feel that way (because it's uncomfortable to feel this way,  right?), you CAN do one thing:


You can pray.

You can pray that our government will stand firm and strong. You can pray for our success. We're all on this same boat,  and no one wants to sink.

For the past eight years, I've prayed for God to guide president Obama, and I'm going to do the same for president Trump.

Join me, please.

Sunday, January 15, 2017


You guys.


Six blog posts in one year.


I miss you all. I miss this space.

I miss the relief.

I miss the voice.

Not a day goes by that I don't have a potential blog post running through my head.

But it never gets to this space.

I'm going to try to change that.

At the VERY least, I'm going to try to beat my number from last year!

Hope to see more of you soon!

(In the meantime, Go Pack Go!)

Friday, October 7, 2016

Yesterday, I turned forty.

So, yesterday was my birthday.

It was a bigger one.


Four. Zero.

Anyway, for some

(Weird, unknown, crazy, bizarre )

Reason, I decided it would be a GREAT idea to find a few new clothes.

Something cute for my birthday dinner date with the hubs

So, I decided to try one some jeans.

Yes, on my 40th birthday.

I found some cute trendy ones...

...some with frayed holes...

Cute in the hanger.

I tried them on...

And laughed.

You know what it looked like when I looked in the mirror?

Mid-life crisis

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Motherhood:the fine line

So, we just passed by Mother's Day.
A day for moms everywhere to be appreciated and celebrated for the weekend ....
 20 minutes it takes to open cards and give hugs.
Am I right???
But every Mother's Day does cause me to stop and think.  To be thankful for the little hearts that have been entrusted to me. To think about this journey of motherhood that I'm on- to do a self-evaluation on how I think I'm doing shepherding their hearts.... and to be thankful for the mentors that have gone before me and the community of moms that are around me.
This year, I realized that Motherhood is all about walking a fine line.
Sometimes the lines blur a bit on top of each other... but all fine line nonetheless.
  • Between keeping them humble and filling their confidence
  • Between getting them to practice in order to build skill and instilling enough confidence for them to go out and get in the game.
  • Between loving their "good morning wake up" and loathing them for the inability to sleep in (for the last 12 years....)
  • It's a fine line between filling them with wholesome food and just getting through a mealtime without complaint
  • For the gratitude of never having a too quiet house and the over stimulation of having a house that is never quiet.
  • It's a fine line between protecting their hearts and allowing them to learn a life lesson.
  • Between clothing them enough to not look homeless and the pretentious label-snob.
  • Between waiting the course and calling the Dr. when illness strikes
  • Between wanting to give them the world and making them earn it.
  • Between me-time and us-time
  • Between gleaning wisdom from mentors and blazing your I own path
  • Between laundry and play
  • Between sanity and insanity
  • Between pride and humility
  • Between thankfulness and ringyourneckness. 
  • It's a fine line between holding them in the moment, and pushing them into the next...

Between holding on.....and letting go.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Counting Mine {427-446}

427. Advancing to the next phase in Phase 10 while everyone stays behind.

428. Loosing the speck in the eye. Literally.

429. Kids who choose the right option- even when they don't know anyone is watching.

430. A looooong hot shower.

431. Willing hearts and able hands. All in the name of church community

432. A little one who loves to brush her teeth

433. Loving the other parents on the baseball sidelines.

434. Reconnecting with old friends- and you pick up right where you left off.

435.  Kids that understand the need to keep their committments- even when they're not super excited about it. And finding something good about it all.

436. A husband who can do mechanical work.

437. Coffee shared with sweet friends.

438. Cuddles with the dog.

439. A full nights sleep

440.  The crockpot during our busy season

441. The perfect fit.

442. The pastor who chooses to stay.

443. Easy bedtime routines

444. The perfect MOPS speaker.

445. The humbled feeling in my heart when I was called wise.

446. James 3:13-18

Saturday, April 23, 2016


So, we are in this season of spring.

Manic May seems to have arrived early. At least the manic part of it anyway.

A few nights ago, I was headed out to reconnect with my friend. Before I met with her, I had to drop A-dubya off at baseball practice.  I looped back past our street on my way out .

The church behind us faces this main street. They have beautiful expansive lawns. While driving by, I saw a man and a little girl in their front lawn trying to fly a kite. The dad looked so patient and gentle with his little girl in her pink ballcap.  The sight melted my heart.

As I drove closer, I was able to get a better look of this sweet scene. And I realized:

That was my husband

With our little girl.

And my heart nearly exploded.

I didn't snap a picture because I was driving, but I did take a mental picture and humbly asked God to make this a sticky memory- one that I won't ever forget.

Later, that night Dave sent me this: