Wednesday, April 9, 2014

"Nick-Nick"

Teagan and "Nick-Nick"

I shared some about this picture on Instagram earlier but I felt like I didn't do it justice. A few months ago Teagan was chased by a dog that lived (they moved, we didn't kill her, just FYI) on our road. She was indeed a puppy in every sense of the word. She was playful and rambunctious and didn't listen to a word anybody said to her; including the word STOP. We were playing out in the yard one pretty fall day and the pup "came over to play" (she was always loose). Teagan apparently looked like the most fun out of us four and so the pup decided a game of chase would be best. She jumped to get Teagan running and Teagan ran. Teagan ran and the pup followed her thinking it was truly a game of chase, except Teagan was petrified and screaming and crying the entire time. I had Kyra in my arms and Josh started toward her after we realized she was terrified and not doing her fake "I'm having so much fun I'm going to scream bloody murder" cry. Thankfully I married a man whose legs are as long as I am tall and he got to her quickly but it felt like it took him years to rescue our sweet girl. I was in tears as Josh swooped her up to comfort her. Since then she has had a severe fear of dogs both small and large. On Saturday, it seemed like some of that fear dissipated and all was right with the world. Teagan loved on Nick-Nick the entire day, making sure that anytime he passed she rubbed him or told him she loved him. Once again, tears came to my eyes as I said a little "Thank You".







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Saturday, March 22, 2014

"Creamsicle smoothie"




Does this not look delicious, bring on Summer good, y'all? I took a mental health day on Friday and was able to play in the kitchen a little bit. I got back from yoga (over TWO hours!! it was glorious) and wanted a snack. All we had were some peaches and mangos and oranges so I went with it.

"Creamsicle smoothie"

* 1/4 cup of plain yogurt
* 3 splashes of unsweetened almond milk
* 1/2 cup frozen peaches
* 1 mango
* the juice of one medium orange (or orange juice would work)
* 1 big tablespoon of honey
* Add ice as needed for texture
* Add zest if you want a little lovely extra

Enjoy and tweak to taste!





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Saturday, March 15, 2014

We'll get there...


Kyra Mae turned 2 in October. It's March and I feel like she is a week away from three already. She is tall like her daddy and sassy like her mommy and that makes for a deadly combination. Right now we are trying to combat allergies and hitting. Her tantrums give Teagan's a run for their money but her passion for love just oozes out of her pores. She is definitely strong willed and not easily "defeated" and I pray that Josh and I are able to restrain that will without destroying it.


Teagan is freshly four...teen. She is truly coming into her own and it is proving to be a difficult transition. We've discovered that for both girls the beginning of "their year" is always the most difficult but the second half is usually much better. Teagan is emotionally driven, just like me, which has made for an interesting combination when it comes to tantrums (hers, not mine). Teagan is extremely smart which makes it hard sometimes when her emotional level is not the equivalent of her intellectual abilities. So, both Josh and I have to be careful when it comes to our expectations of her. Some days we get it right enough for a dance in the end zone and others we should probably be sent to the showers. Teagan is kind and loving and currently loves all things dance and all things doctor related. We are at Josh's parents house and Teagan wants to help grandpa give the cows their shots (my in-laws recently sold their chicken farm but kept the cows). 

The next few months are going to be touch and go as far as emotions go. This morning was rough and I'm still recovering from the drama but Josh provides respit for me when he sees the look of defeat and need for rest in my eyes and I am so thankful for him. We'll get there...Lord willing, we'll get there...

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Sunday, February 9, 2014

I don't want to know Jesus. Ever.

I can imagine your reaction right now. Perhaps your eyebrow raised (my right one goes up) or your head is tilted or you leaned into the computer screen or your phone with your brow furrowed to make sure you read the title of the post correctly. Just give me a minute to explain though because after you finish reading you might just agree with me.
We are going through the book of Mark; specifically this morning we went through Mark 6. This morning Mark 6:1-6 jumped out off the page and did a little dance on my heart. This is a passage that talks about familiarity with Jesus. Like hometown, watched Him grow up and work hard with His earthly father as a carpenter across the street from your parent's bake shop familiar. Jesus went back there; to a place where everyone still saw that timid, well-behaved, listen to His parents, kid. They did not have the image of a man who calms a storm, heals the sick, and sends demons into a herd of pigs that then runs over a cliff and drowns. They are so familiar with Him that they couldn't come to terms with who He really was/is. They were so familiar with Him that they missed Him. Y'all he marveled at their unbelief. MARVELED. They scoffed at this Man; the one they had watched grow up who was now proclaiming to be the Messiah they'd been preparing for. The Messiah that had been proclaimed in Isaiah; He was there right in front of them. Yet He marveled because they did not believe Him to be who He said.
 I don't want to be those hometown people but too often I am. I grew up with Jesus everywhere; in my books, on my t-shirts, on my pencils and on my wrists. I got gold stars and awards at camp because I "memorized" the most Bible verses. I "knew" Jesus; He was familiar to me.
I don't want to know Him anymore. I want to learn Him, continuously. I don't want to be familiar with Jesus. Familiar in this particular context meaning complacent, meaning never seeking truth, meaning making my Jesus marvel.
I don't want Jesus to marvel at me in the way He did the people of His hometown. So, if it takes me not "knowing" my Jesus then so be it.



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Sunday, January 26, 2014

Starting over.


A few months ago, I basically put my running shoes in the closet and looked at them with disgust every time I walked in the closet. I thought I was over the fact that my IT band became my nemesis during my first marathon and that I'd had to bow out, not so gracefully, 10 miles before the finish line. And physically, I believe I was good a few weeks after. However, I did not take into account the psychological and emotional toll that failure would take on my body. I thought I was going to just bounce right back into training but that was not the case. It was not until the last few days that I felt even close to prepared to start again. And I am finding out that is exactly what I'm doing. Starting over. It's not easy and it feels almost like I've never ran before. However, days like today, made me remember what my body is capable of. My body is ready to get back on the proverbial track but most importantly I think my emotions and my pride have healed enough to start over. And start over we will do...

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Sunday, January 12, 2014

Oh conviction.

Have you ever had one of those weeks where you wallowed? Where you felt that nothing was right, everything in your life was turned against you and everybody else was better off than you? When you turn to everything that isn't going to help? I had one of those weeks. I was angry and jealous and impatient and I was downright nasty. It breaks my heart to type those words but I've never shielded this blog from the truth and I don't intend to now.
This morning I went into church angry and jealous and just eh. When I left, conviction had grabbed my heart and a wave of peace had washed over me like a summer rain. I sang the whole way home. We're going deeply through the book of Mark until Easter. This morning Pastor Brian was talking about how Jesus calls, teaches/forgives, and heals. He spoke to the paralytic that was lowered from the rooftop for healing, out of his faith and the faith of his friends. He spoke about how Jesus told the man his sins were forgiven and not to be healed. He spoke about Jesus being more concerned about our deepest issue which is our heart. Pastor Brian also talked about things getting in the way of us hearing the call from being fishermen to fishers of men. That friends, that one hit me in the face. The way I handle and feel about my week is ninety-nine percent contingent on how much time I am using to seek out my sweet Jesus. This week I just buried my head in the sand and boy could I tell, as could my husband and my children.  How can I hear the call the Lord has on my life if I have my head buried in the sand? So, this week I am challenging myself. To keep my head out of the sand, at least to the point my ears are sticking out enough to listen.

Monday, December 30, 2013

The wind changed directions.

I've typed a few times a version or two of what I am typing now. Nothing ever seemed to fit. To some being a blogger is silly and what I am typing and feeling is unjustified. To those who blog, or to those who read blogs, you will understand. This blog has been an intricate part of my life for almost four years. This is where I've recorded the good, the bad, the ugly, and the funny. I've shared my heart. I've shared about my husband. I've shared about my children. I've shared our lives. Over the last few months things have started changing. I got a, for now, full time job and I am having to choose more carefully what things are priority and what things are not. Right now, living real life with my husband, children, family, and friends, rank at the top of my list. I would rather snuggle up with my husband on the couch after tucking our two sweet girls in at night than ignore him as I sit in front of the computer screen to write about the things going on in our lives. I am enjoying the "doing" more. The Lord has convicted me to start putting into practice things I've said I'd like to do here. And the time I've spent blogging and obsessing over social media will be put to better use; I will be diving into my God, my family, my friends, and my calling.  I will still be here and there, so please, check in on us every now and then. Just please don't forget about us while we're cutting a new path into this new normal. You can still find me on Instagram quite often because it is quicker and less time consuming. 
I hope you all have a very happy New Year. Catch ya on the flip side.