Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Healing

A text from my chiropractor /wellness Doctor today: 

Patience is required as body heals... consider it more of a windy road of a traveling plan rather than an exact destination to reach. 😊

Monday, August 29, 2016

Depth chart, Football and Jesus

I love Coach Saban.
We know this. 

But today in his presser, he yet again gives the media another reason to love to hate him. 
Or maybe they hate to love him. 


But when it comes to the topic of the depth chart. It's the perfect setup!!

And isn't that much how we are. 
It used to be that I <insert your name here> loved myself. Or I didn't doubt myself. Or I was a dreamer. 

But then the world created their version of me. And tried to write it on the wall and declare that is who I am. 

Plot twist: 
Your depth chart (opinion) of me doesn't count. 

I'm currently deep in the middle of Lysa Terkeurst's book "uninvited" and this is speaking right to my soul. 

And then Coach Saban confirmed :)


Roll Tide, y'all! 


Thursday, August 25, 2016

Steady hands

This week during prayer, the story of Moses was told like I've never heard before. 

Or maybe I had. But it resonated with me. In a whole new way. 

I'll admit I'm not super Bible-savvy, but I love when an "old story" has a new meaning. 

So it's in Exodus. And it goes a little something like this. Moses had the staff of God in his hand. When he would raise his Hand, Israel prevailed. But when he lowered it..well, Amalek did. 

So the point here was that Moses needed to keep his hands held high until the battle was won. 

I myself am a "hand raiser". 
I'm a praise-the-Lord-raise-my hands-in-church girl. I sing. (Off key). I sway. 
Whatever. I praise. 


But. What about the times when it's hard to praise. What about the times when it's you're broken. And your praise is weary. 

That's when you need an Aaron and a Hur.  One on your right. One on your left. 
And they say "hey girl. You stay there. I'll hold my hands up FOR you. I'll hold YOUR hands up for you. I'll praise for you until the battle is won. Or until you're strong enough to praise again!"

Recently, I had a similar instance. I had just had surgery a few days prior and everything was a struggle. Everything that we take for granted. 

I was home alone. 
And felt like I could *finally* shower. Not be rushed. And go slow. At my own pace. Before my people came home. 

I did.slowly. 
Success. 
I was dressed. And I was feeling accomplished. 

And I had not thought any further than that. 

When a friend came to the back door. 
(That kind of friend that knows she doesn't really have to knock) 
And I said "oh my gosh. Will you please dry my hair."

And she did. 
And we chatted. And she left. 
She literally had just come by. Un-announced. To check on me. 
AND TO HOLD UP MY HAND. 

I can't ever be thankful enough. 
And such a great solid reminder in God's word. 
We need each other. 

Be an Aaron. Or a Hur. 
Because one day, you may need one yourself. 

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Deodorant in the fridge

There are times when I really think I have this boy-mom thing under control.
And then I open the fridge. And there's someone's deodorant.
I can't even ask questions.
I just leave it there. Right by the sour cream.
Old Spice Swagger and a dollop of Daisy.
Whatever it takes.
#BoyMom
#ExpectTheUnexpected
#BlessTheirWives
#ITried

Friday, August 19, 2016

Pressing thru walls



Tonight I lay my head down. 

It's been a rough 7 days. 
-I can't compare myself to someone battling cancer, or someone who has lost everything they own in the Louisiana floodings, but keeping it all relative, it's been a rough week. 

I'm thankful for my sweet friends that have prayed me thru, fed my people, spoke words of life into me every single day and filled in the gaps. I'm thankful for my mother that answered endless upon endless questions, even after working 12's herself. 
Where my heart is full, my flesh is weak. 
God has revealed a journey of healing for my body. It's an amazing story. Seriously...it will be!!! It's gonna kinda suck for a little while...And it's not lovely, but I know "the path that I take, and when He is finished with me I will be pure as Gold". 
His word tells me so. 

As shocking as it seems...I'm a pretty private person. I'm thankful for my friends that have pressed thru walls this week. I needed you. And I would've never asked. (I hate that about myself).  But You showed up. Thank you. ❤️❤️ 

And I wasn't going to share, but God kept driving home this verse tonight. So I'll go ahead and share, so I can finally sleep :) 
His plan is ALWAYS PERFECT. 
His timing is ALWAYS PERFECT. 
It's taken me 3 years. <I'm a stubborn subject>

"And even if He does not....He is still a good God." Daniel 3:18 

Goodnight. 
I just wanna go to prayer tomorrow. That is all. #BabySteps

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Disney. Alligator. Grief. Unfriend.

This was my facebook post for today.
It comes straight from my heart:



I'm not big on "unfriending" for trivial stuff.
I don't mind if you rant about politics. I don't care how you feel about gun control or not. I don't care if your views vary from my faith in the God I serve.
Heck. I don't even care if you are an auburn fan :)
I'm just ok with us having different thoughts and opinions. That's what makes the world go 'round.
But.
Insensitive jokes about the alligator. Hateful judgement about the mom and dad.
That'll make me play the unfriending card.
I have buried my own child.
I have walked away from a cemetery with a little tiny mound of dirt (actually my husband carried me).
And only by the grace of God, my life goes on.
I can't handle hiding behind a keyboard with a thoughtless joke or comment.
May God give endless grace to that family today as they woke up praying this was a bad dream.
Because I woke up, hoping it was...on their behalf.
‪#‎PleaseUnfriendMe‬
‪#‎SoIDontHaveTo‬
‪#‎BeKind‬
‪#‎PeopleAreHurting‬
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