Braving Mamahood

Confession: I've been in a funk for the past month of so. Not the kind of depression funk, but the funk that can't be categorized . The kind of funk that you don't really know you are in until you sit down for a few minutes and re-connect with yourself. When I finally did sit down for a minute, I realized I was disappointed in life and frustrated with the lack of certain promises in my life. Sure, I'm very very blessed and very content in many aspects but there are dreams that resonate in me that feel restless and in need of air. Then I saw this picture How powerful. I had been searching for a song or verse or quote or something to describe how I felt...and this picture captured it. I love the life of Moses, so much. His relationship with God was so personal and intimate and something to be jealous of and strive for. The passage that I have devoured the past couple of weeks has been in Exodus 33. "Moses said to the LORD, “You have been telling me, ‘Lead these peo...

Hello world wide web, bloggers, friends, and romans. Oh how I have missed blogging and releasing my inner thoughts and heart. With the help of the cold weather, a heavy heart, and a pumpkin spice latte ( plus free wi-fi) I come to you again. When I was a kid I used to love this time of year because I would help my parents do the fall yard work and go to Home Depot to buy plants and goodies. I remember one time in particular that I was with them at Home Depot walking through the aisles and we passed the paint mixing section. This is a really cool place because you get to see all the paints mixed and poured and it's beautiful to see what the result is. Well as a child I was easily entertained watching things so I got so mesmerized and just stood there for a million minutes ( in kid time ) and watched. When I finally refocused again I realized I didn't see my parents anywhere. Where did they go? Why did they leave me? Were they even in the store anymore? That's how I have fel...

Never in my life have I realized just how important each person's one life has the potential to be. Living, working, breathing on the west coast has taught me that each day carries a huge importance in not only your own story but in the stories of each person you come in contact with that day. I know most of us have heard the cheesy " You only have one life to live..." speeches, but when you start to live each day that way your steps begin to carry more significance. Our first week out here on project we had a bunch of "get to know each other" games which included one splitting into groups of girls and guys and going on a scavenger hunt around Santa Cruz. All would have been normal until they threw a pirate theme at us - so we all got different colored bandannas, swords, and...mustaches. Yes , I wore a mustache...and it was itchy . A few days later Phillip and I were on our morning run along the pier and up to the light house when I looked down and on the str...

To all of you out there, I am so sorry for my absence from the blog world. God has placed so many other wonderful ways to spend my time. This summer I hope to keep you all updated on my 2 month mission's trip to Santa Cruz! God has opened up a huge "out of my comfort zone" opportunity to share Love with the people I encounter in Santa Cruz, along with 60 other college students from around the country. Tonight is my last night at home before my trip and as I pack I can't help but feel unprepared for what I'm about to encounter. God always has a funny way of bringing up past stories to show me His hand and I'd love to share the one He reminded me of with you. Imagine me as a sixth grader - short blondish hair, - 80 pounds, "abercrombie stage", with a sling shoulder backpack ( I didn't quite go to the rolling backpack zone phase ). One of the classes I decided to take was band - not that I could play an instrument but because it wasn't offered i...

This past week has been one of the most precious weeks and an amazing way to end 2010 and begin 2011. Shall I elaborate? Mmmkk. Sometimes I feel forgotten. Sometimes I feel like a dot . Not a special dot, just a dot - the same color and shape as all the other dots. Seemingly insignificant, unworthy of any special comments. Nothing to be framed or placed on a mantel. Just a dot . But God loves dots. And He loves to show us how much he loves us and more importantly, sees US. Not just a dot in a world of dots (I'm saying dot a lot, huh?) but YOU and ME and who we are not j ust the body He's placed our spirits and personalities in. He sees our hearts . I'm on Twitter. I Tweet. I Tweet-stalk .. .Twalk ? I feel like I'm apart of my hero's lives this way. One in particular, Kari Jobe, worship leader/songwriter/singer extrordinaire . On Monday I "happened" to be in a mall in myrtle beach, with my mom and sister doing our usual after Christmas shopping fest....