Mentoring

 Hey y'all! It's almost Christmas! At our house that means we've been waiting for it for the whole year. I have two kids that love Christmas even more than I do! It's a big deal around here. How about you?

With all the hustle and bustle and tradition, we find ourselves looking for the King of Kings. We've been going through Advent with Ann Voskamp's book (annvoskamp.com). SO good. And pure and loving.  This is her second year through and I have yet to get through it without crying. Like a baby, all is lost, and then found. Great reminders. Such a wonderful perspective about Jesus and the event of his birth.


 I'm also reading a book called "desperate." It's a book of hope for mom to need to breathe. Desperate: Hope for the Mom Who Needs to Breathe. Desperate: Hope Excellent stuff! Such a great reminder of why we need mentors for ourselves, and to mentor those younger than us. I'm in that season. I just found a wonderful mentor for myself, I don't know what I would do with out "G"!
 She lovingly guides me through the ups and downs of being a woman, a mother, a wife, and a pastor's wife. What a precarious path! Sometimes the lines connect well, but most days I feel like I'm in a big tangled knot!

The sweet girl-turned-woman I once mentored is now married and making her way in life. I love watching her flourish on her own walk with Jesus. Not long after she said "I do," I was introduced to my next. She is so dear. The feelings of "oh my gosh, what do I say here?" "I'm not qualified for this." Yes, all the feels are there, and I've laid them at the Lords feet. I canNOT do this on my own, nor can I turn away this opportunity.  I look forward to this new season of growth.

If ever  there was a time and need for mentoring, it is now. What about you? Have you ever thought about it? I promise, you'll never regret it! It's not about having the perfect answers and being the perfect person. It's about being real, authentic, and sharing your heart with hers. Taking her to the feet of the Lord where the cross can  bridge any gaps between you.

 My kids are awake, so that means I must go adult for today. Libby is howling, like a wolf. Cade is singing, and practicing his poem that he has chosen for speech class. My world is full of overachievers and little stinkers. I love it. At least most days. *wink*

Good morning!

 Good morning! We are smack dab in the middle of our fall/Christmas planning season at church. So much fun ahead, I love the seasons! Change is certainly a constant.

The kids are well, still  recovering from the fact that I made them run across the yard to get our family pictures taken last night, in the cold, over at our wonderful neighbors house! LOL! M and D are the best! Seriously, we live in Mayberry. I love all of our neighbors, even the horse that visits every other day! And the dog that poops in my front yard flowerbeds.

 These last three months have found us searching for answers to Libbi's speech problem. Lots of testing, and now therapy to come, but the girl is a riot! Her expressions and those eyes speak volumes! She's really into my make up, praying for my make up,  and playing in my make up.  See the pattern?

 Cade is cruising along, loving all of his gifted classes! He was trying to explain some game he was creating to Aaron and I; we looked at each other after he had gone to bed and declared that we officially have a nerd in our house. We love it! I'm not sure where he got the smarts, as Aaron and I completely failed the game.

Cover me...

It's easy to toss the idea around and prepare to take your fair share when you think you'll need it, but much more difficult to give. Especially to the needy.
It certainly doesn't grow on trees or gather like dust on the coffee tables. But maybe it should.

GRACE

Maybe if it was stocked in every grocery chain and packed in between the magazines at the end of every isle it would make a difference. Easy to grab means easy to come by.
It would make a great snack.

We say it. Believe in it. Smile when children say it.

I've been changed by it.  Saved by it. And challenged by it. But what if the "needy"one is me?

It shows up as ignored stains on a mommas t-shirt.  In the ratted hair of a precarious toddler. And in the understanding eyes of a weary mother across the isle in church.
It makes its appearance in the after moments of when you've spoken too loudly to a child that challenges every nerve you own and snots on the very last one.  It holds you in the moments you want to lose it and pushes you to greatness when you find it.

I don't want to give it because I think one day it will run out. I fear that my latest mistake will become the biggest mistake that grace cannot cover. At the very bottom of my heart I fear. Fear that the one who gave it will come up short and in that time of need, the short stick will be mine.
I have the hardest time giving grace--to myself.

Yet, the grace I need to give myself is the very same grace that saved me. Like working oil into a piece of leather, the repetitious motions eventually soften the hardest of hides and remove the darkest stains of lies. Lies that stain deep are hard to remove, but not impossible.

And it is everywhere. Well placed. Stocked full to overflowing. Very accessible and in every season that we need it. Boy do we need it!




Weary mama, take a breath. Breathe deep of grace. Gods grace.
Little child, settle your self in knowing that you are loved just as you are.
Sister, friend, secret keeper...you too embrace this grace...the unmerited favor of God.
Tomorrow is a new day, and in the newness is mercy. A beautiful, identical twin to grace.

Today may not feel great, but it IS great because of Grace.

If you're like me, giving grace to myself will take practice. Lots of it. We are always hardest on ourselves, but we don't have to be.  Not anymore.

Grace gives us courage to cry, to put our big-girl pants on, and keep going. For when we live in grace, we live without fear.

And that, sweet friend, changes EVERYthing.

When the Howdy's linger...

"Howdy!"

Such a darling greeting where one feels good and passes the feeling on to others.

We've had many "Howdy's," of late. With the fast approach of the 4th of July, I'm getting used to saying hello to fireworks, late nights, and the hug of good friends! It's like the celebrating of "Halfway to Christmas!" Or in our case...Thanksgiving when we will see these crazys again...

Michigan was a great time; visiting with friends and family and celebrating. Twice in a month made for a lot of driving, but oh so worth it.

I wish I could live in both places. Be with everyone I love, all the time.
They'd probably be over it long before I would but the memories made are such a gift.

We had to say goodbye. Return to our home and continue running our race.

Some of us use scooters...

And sometimes Kayaks...

We said hello to a dear friend, and found our hello lingering as we knew that all too soon we would say goodbye, for now. We said those words two weeks later, almost to the day. I've never felt so inspired or encouraged by a funeral. Several times I found myself sitting on my hands trying to not break out clapping, or leaning close to my mom, sharing with her my inappropriately timed humor just to keep from bursting. Whether from tears or laughter, or both. Ken Miller was a good man and led a great life. He truly finished well. His legacy played out as his family, friends, and elder friends lay him in the ground and returned him to the dust from which we all came.

My "howdy" lingered, because goodbye was stuck in my throat. It felt too final for what my faith was believing...that Ken is in the presence of The Lord. The One, the Only. Hello was just the beginning for him, when he breathed out his last broken breath. His next inhalation was one of exhilaration-- that would keep him alive forever.

So, as I've returned home, the only normal around here is the setting on my dryer--you know, the one never used. I've let my "hello" linger. Because it is today. And normal is the "right now." Stay there. Stay present.

And learn to linger. Because today's "howdy" is a gift.

Let it linger...

When the Howdy's linger...

"Howdy!"

Such a darling greeting where one feels good and passes the feeling on to others.

We've had many "Howdy's," of late. With the fast approach of the 4th of July, I'm getting used to saying hello to fireworks, late nights, and the hug of good friends! It's like the celebrating of "Halfway to Christmas!"



Michigan was a great time; visiting with friends and family and celebrating. Twice in a month made for a lot of driving, but oh so worth it.



I wish I could live in both places. Be with everyone I love, all the time.
They'd probably be over it long before I would but the memories made are such a gift.

We had to say goodbye. Return to our home and continue running our race.

Some of us use scooters...



We said hello to a dear friend, and found our hello lingering as we knew that all too soon we would say goodbye, for now. We said those words two weeks later, almost to the day. I've never felt so inspired or encouraged by a funeral. Several times I found myself sitting on my hands trying to not break out clapping, or leaning close to my mom, sharing with her my inappropriately timed humor just to keep from bursting. Whether from tears or laughter or both. Ken Miller was a good man and led a great life. He truly finished well. His legacy played out as his family, friends, and elder friends layed him in the ground and returned him to the dust from which we all came.

My "howdy" lingered, because goodbye was stuck in my throat. It felt too final for what my faith was believing...that Ken is in the presence of The Lord. The One, the Only. Hello was just the beginning for him, when he breathed out his last broken breath. His next was one that would keep him alive forever.

So, as I've returned home, the only normal around here is the setting on my dryer--you know, the one never used. I've let my hellos linger. Because it is today. And normal is the "right now." Stay there. Stay present.

And learn to linger. Because its today's gift.

Evolve

With the HGTV shows reaching new levels of success and milestones, it proves to me that all of us love a great show. Not just any show, but one that proves that the
"stuff" that we have is the stuff that we need, with just a little TLC. It's the perfect redemption story. Taking what was and making as new. Evolving.

I love Fixer Upper. I faithfully tune into to Property Brothers. Love it or List it? You bet! Any and all...I simply adore what they do. Each of these individuals are visionary and we NEED them. They play their note so well. I hang on their advice and learn. I, too, have the same drive in me to take things and make things fresh and new. Loveable. Stunning. I think it's just in our nature to want beauty around us.

When Cade was little, I would babysit here and there. Mostly to fill in where grandma's and babysitters were unavailable. During this time, I watched a darling little girl named "G." Her personality was such that Cade was smitten and confident that vows would soon follow. To date, "G" is a solid 14 inches taller than him and they are worlds apart in interests. Though they rarely see each other, her mother Kara and I have remained close.

I have said it often...EVERYONE needs a "Kara."

 Isn't she DARLING???


She has the knack for making something out of everyday products and yes, your OWN stuff. It is my absolute pleasure and honor to partner with her and her business, Evolve Designs, to bring YOU the latest on home décor, DIY ideas, and even "how to" videos that will be posted to her blog. Yes, she will have a space to share it and you will NOT want to miss this! Stay tuned for her blog address and for some incredible ideas that are DOABLE, affordable, easy, and unconventional to achieve "the LOOK" that you are going for!

Without further ado...please welcome my beautiful friend Kara Hamberlin of Evolve Designs...and a sneak peak of her work!

AAANNNDDDD...stop over and see her brand new blog http://evolvedesignsforyou.blogspot.com

This beautiful, crazy life

My heart is broken.

One of my very favorite singers has finished her race with grace-filled endurance, and is home.

Joey Feek is a woman who I would have loved to meet. Adored by so many and crazy in love with her family. I'm absolutely certain I would have cried just to meet her as my nerves would have taken over. Her humility in life is something I most admire about her. What a beautiful legacy in this beautiful, crazy life.

Rest well, Joey. 💖
You can read their story here:
http://thislifeilive.com/