Tuesday, July 12, 2011


So, my posts have been pretty deep lately. The last post was inspired after stripping all of the toys out of La's room. It has been coming. She now has just books in her room.

I also took all or her clothes and left her with 8 outfits and 2 dresses. You may ask why. Well, she is quite the fashionista. She takes biker shorts to another level. She changes outfits 20 times a day. Throws tantrums when she can't wear something.

We have already seen an improvement. I do not think I am going to put toys back in her room. She does still have toys in the porch. I am planning on doing some organizing tomorrow:).

These are a few things I al thankful for:

•my immersion blender.
•banana and peanut butter smoothie. Every. Single. Day.
•air condition. Especially in South Carolina heat.
•my parents safely arrived in Germany.
•becoming an aunt again.
•an amazing testimony I heard at church today.
•tide and downy. Mmmmmm.
•clean sheets.
•tacos al carbon. Here I come.
•tootsie roll. The song. You know what I am talking about:). It helped me on my run this am in 100 degrees:)

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Sunday, July 10, 2011


The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines stripped as:
a : to remove clothing, covering, or surface matter from  
b : to deprive of possessions  
c : to divest of honors, privileges, or functions

When I truly began to walk with the Lord 4 1/2 years ago, I was stripped.
I remember my mother telling me over the phone, 
"Baby, get down on your knees and pray.  He is the only One Who can help you."
I hung up the phone and got on my knees.
Burning tears streaming down my face.
I cried out to the Lord.

Ever since that day, the Lord has been wooing me to Himself.
I felt stripped.
My heart was changing.
I didn't quite understand what was going on.
But, now I see.
I had to be brought to my knees.
I had to know that He was the Only way.
Not my way.

I pretty much did anything to avoid suffering.  
Most of the time I would just stick these hurts in a box and put them on a shelf.
But, you see these boxes filled with broken pieces of my heart,
were falling down.
I was drowning in the sorrows of all my suffering.

It was only in the waves,
struggling to breath
is where I found

I couldn't manipulate my way out of the pain.
I was stripped.
To the core of my soul.

In His grace and His mercy,
He stripped me of my coverings and the surface matters,
to get to my heart.
To see my sin.
My wretched, wretched heart.
And change it from the inside out.
Ever since that day and until the day I meet Him face to face,
He chips a little more off that He doesn't want to be there.
But, every time I am stripped,
He restores.
He gives me hope.
He fills me with His Truth.
And from the stripping
my love for Him grows.
And grows.
And grows.

He picks me up when I fall.
He is tender.
He is full of compassion.
He wants what is best for me.
He loves me more than I can imagine.
And I trust Him.

701.  my brother in law, Davis, who is about to deploy to Afghanistan.  Two weeks after the birth of his first child.
702.  my sister, Susan, who is about to have her first baby and her husband leave for war.
703.  for the sacrifice others give for our freedom.
704.  that Jesus was the Sacrifice.  so we could have life.  freedom in Him.
705.  that I am a new creation.  the old is being stripped off.  layer.  by layer.
706.  and the new is growing toward the Light.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

picture me {im}perfectly.

you are not picture perfect,
your kids are not picture perfect,
your house is not picture perfect,
your crafts are not always picture perfect,

inspire and 
other women 
that none of us have it all together.  

Yesterday I saw one of the most beautiful sunrises I have ever seen.
It literally took my breath away.
I didn't even have time to take a picture.
I also got to see the sun set yesterday and it was beautiful as well.

The sunrise and the sunset were perfect.
Everything in between was not so perfect.
But, you know what?
He is.
He covers all my faults.
My sins.
My shortcomings.
My failures.

He has me in the Palm of His Hand.
His Perfect Hand.

682.  breathtaking sunrise.
683.  a run with my bff from childhood.
684.  fabulous long weekend with my family in Alabama.
685.  cousins playing.  laughing.  smiling.
686.  donkey noises.
687.  a haircut.....ahhhhh:)
688.  jasper's hair cut.
689.  desserts.
690.  my 8 year old sitting in my lap at the doctor's office.
691.  an unexpected wink from my boy.
692.  Lawson's hilariousness.
693.  my water bottle.  love it.
694.  pen pals.  old school.  style.
695.  anger that is dissipating.
696.  love that covers a multitude of sins.  1 Peter:4:8
697.  sleeping in.
698.  bug collections.
699.  tattoos.
700.  clean clothes.  tide and downy.  fresh and clean.