May 23, 2015

|| life ||

Life, life is funny. As I grow older that is the term I equate with life...funny. It never ceases to amaze me, to confuse me, to go so much different than I ever thought possible. This week as I spent the week in California on business travel, I kept thinking about this thought. Life changes.

As life goes on and people grow old, you find yourself going to the same places, but its different. Different, not worse or better, just different.

Instead of venturing out to the pier over the ocean, you go to the local restaurant down the street. Yet, your heart is grateful that grandpa can walk the couple of steps into the restaurant on his own.  
You find yourself giving your younger brother dating advice when you thought he would be married by now and you both spend the night cracking up as you explain the differences between being interested and a stalker.  
You learn that avocado and cookie butter sandwiches make a little old man smile.  
You laugh with your family about how "naughty" you were as kids for sneaking down past the flower beds of grandpa's garden on the side of the hill that was always off limits.  
You notice that your little brother is starting to get grey hairs and you think #winning, sibling rivalry at its best. 
You watch as your older cousin lights up explaining the strategy of some game and say more words than you think you have ever heard him say.  
Or your parents start retiring and aging, they get out of breath walking around the block and have started doing couple's aerobic videos to stay in shape.

Life is fun, just when you think you are getting the hang of things, it never ceases to surprise you.

May 15, 2015

[be still]

Sometimes, I get those moments where I feel the Holy Spirit so clearly. It isn't so much that I hear an audible message or see some grand vision. I always thought I was missing something since God doesn't speak to me in those very clear ways and for this Type-A I need clear, I need black and white. But God doesn't always show up in black and white ways in my world. No, God speaks to me in tender, subtle messages, in ways that speak to me and cut me to the core, that leave me up late wrestling with a thought that I cannot shake. I know in those moments, the Holy Spirit is doing something in my soul, cementing something far greater than I could ever understand.

Last night, as I wrestled with one of my employees having just suffered a miscarriage, thinking through how to encourage and support her and thinking over the discussions she and I had that day, I wondered again, "Lord, why do you take us through these places? When will our redemption, our breakthrough come? Do you care about our desires for children?" For me? For her? And as those thoughts paced through my mind, my heart immediately was fixated on this verse,
"The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still." - Exodus 14:14
Clear as day, my mind couldn't get off of those 12 words. In that moment, I remembered something God started teaching me, telling me long wait. All those years ago, He called me to a year of focusing on waiting and that year moved into a season of what has felt like continual waiting and longing. At times, it felt like dying to my self, my dreams. It felt like I was fighting against God for a dream that was seemingly unattainable. So my mind last night wrestled with this,
How Lord do I only be still? If you are fighting for me, how do I live a full life for you while also practicing "still"? 
I want God fighting for me! I certainly don't want to fight against Him and I certainly don't want Him fighting me. While we seemingly haven't been taking any measures to try and get pregnant, no charting, no drugs, no specialists, am I really practicing being still? I may be practicing patience (and failing at it), but is that the same as practicing still? Why must I complicate the simplicity of stillness, while trying to define or understand what it means?

If anything through the trials of infertility, loss, life, work, I am slowly and stubbornly learning that at the end of the day, God just wants me. He wants all of me and He wants me there. Like a stubborn little child wiggling in her daddy's arms, so I live my life. All He wants is for me to melt into His presence, to rest there, to find security, peace and rest. As I struggle against Him more, He pulls me in tighter into His loving embrace.
"Be still, and know that I AM GOD" - Psalm 46:10a
At the end of today, whether He lifts this struggle or not, He is calling me, urging me to learn that He is God and I am not; He controls the storms and I am called to wade through them, to seek to see His face in all of this, in the mess, in the beauty. He calls me to seek to know more of Him, to dive into the depths of His love, His sufficiency, His beauty. He calls me to see beyond myself, my situation, my "lack" and to see all that He is, all that He can be and all the wealth that I already have in Him alone. To be still is to understand His Sovereignty.

God took the Israelites through 40 years in the desert to prove to them that He should be their everything, to check their loyalty, to make sure they depended fully on Him as faithful (Deut 8). He provided exactly what they needed for meals, He never let their shoes or clothing wear out. He wanted them to learn that "man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of God" (Deut 8:3). And yet, some of them completely missed the big picture! They failed to see God in it, they grumbled and turned their hearts their towards other gods.

Infertility: it is my wilderness, that opportunity that God is giving me to seek to see His goodness, to see His face, to just be still. The time He uses to strip everything else aside and say, "Do you trust me? Do you trust me to be God? Do you see that I am good? Can you rest in knowing me?" God is fighting the battle for us, or He will if we just stop fighting it for ourselves. Infertility and loss: it is the place where a love story has been written, a place where I begin to peel back the layers of this complex, infinite God that loves so passionately and hides His beauty in the everyday mundane. A place where life is found among loss, where God begins to put the pieces back together, where God fights for me, all of me. That's all He ever really wanted.

April 26, 2015

Ranching - Spring 2015

Hello world, to say that life has been busy the last few months is definitely an understatement. In February, I took on additional responsibilities for 2 more teams. In April, I have now taken another team and had to start working back in the office when I am not traveling. I also am just waiting for a contract to sign which will mean I have about 15 hospitals that I have to visit on a regular basis. Life = crazy! I have essentially tripled my duties and am feeling exhausted....

However, despite the craziness, I absolutely love having our land. It is such a place of rest away from the world. It truly is a little oasis we can retreat to over the weekends. I cannot wait to live out there someday. We are learning pretty quickly that living on a ranch is not easy work. In the two short months we have owned the property, we have spent most weekends doing heavy labor, cutting down trees, clearing areas for the barn and the home, chipping up tons of mulch. It actually is pretty relaxing despite the heavy labor. I keep joking that I better have some awesome muscles at the end of this to show for all this work. We are sore all week after we get back from a day on the land.

Resting in the pasture after 12 hours of heavy labor
Picnic Break during a workday
Because it is a rainy cold day today and I finally have time to sit down and gather some pictures from the past few months, here is some of the progress we have made. In March, we met briefly with a custom home builder. We showed them some preliminary drawings and we started talking general price points. Now, it really is up to Marc and I to figure out what we want. Luckily, we did decide on a general home site (different from the original ones). It is more on the hillside so we will actually have better views of the mountain range.

BEFORE: Hillside where the house will eventually be, covered in dense scrub oak 
AFTER: Hillside cleared of brush and scrub oak. See the large pile on the right? That is all that we cut up, removing that by cutting with a wood chipper. We still have about 1/2 a hillside to clear. 
Chipping wood and moving to a better location away from the house site. See video below.

We also have taken Roxy to the land a couple of times. She absolutely LOVES the land and actually cries when we leave for the land without her. She runs a muck out there, all through the scrub oak. She eventually wears herself out and falls asleep in a grassy cow rest area underneath the scrub oak. It is so hard to find her sometimes because she blends in so well, but she is really obedient and stays pretty close. She comes proudly running over when you call her name, sometimes coming from the most random locations. I have no clue where she goes, but I do know her little doggy senses are in overdrive out here.

When we aren't out working the land, Marcus is busy with all the paperwork aspects of owning the land. We have filled out what feels like a million permits and forms. We are currently focused on the maintenance of the agricultural license for the land and preparing to get the ranch ready for the cows to arrive in July! There will be a total of 8 head of cattle coming in from Kansas. We have also applied for the well permit and are just on the waiting list for them to come in and drill. It is about a 6-8 week process. This weekend, we met with a fencing builder to get a gate for the driveway. We put in the driveway last fall, prior to owning the land. Not sure if I shared the driveway progress before.

Start of the driveway - Fall 2015
First drive onto the land! - Fall 2015 
Driveway with gravel, marking out the posts for the entry gate. Gate coming May 2015.

Honestly, I feel like someone needs to pinch me most days. It is so crazy to feel like legitimate ranchers. Marc got a cowboy hat to help with the sun and heat during our long work days. At first I felt like a poser, but seriously, we are legit ranchers now so I guess we can get by with cowboy boots and hats. Can't wait for the cows to get here! I love this beautiful place we call home. Thank you Lord for continuing to direct us here. Your timing and provision are all sufficient.

Work Worries

Lately work has been hard, real hard. Work is kicking me and despite my human tendencies to want to feel ill equipped, unprepared and ready to give up, He says to me time and time again "my grace is enough for you". Enough for this situation, enough for the next. Grace. Always grace. 

I am learning to accept my life as it is, today....because that is all that I am guaranteed, so why do I worry about what is to come or what life should have been like? Slowly, as I find myself stretched and raw, I am finding that parts of my pride and my expectations are slowly dissolving (read slowly, way too slowly. Will I ever learn?). Conciously, it is a battle each and every day to take those feelings and thoughts captive and turn them around. I find that if I am not focused steadfastly on the Love who casts out all fears, I am a wreak, a mess of a human that doubts, worries, and just wants to give up.  
Lord, I come, I confess,Bowing here I find my rest.Without You I fall apart,You're the One that guides my heart. 
Lord, I need You, oh, I need You,Every hour I need You.My one defense, my righteousness,Oh God, how I need You. 
Where sin runs deep Your grace is more.Where grace is found is where You are,And where You are, Lord, I am free.Holiness is Christ in me.
Lord, I need You - by Matt Maher 
I don't know what the next few insurmountable months of work will look like. I take them each day at a time, knowing that if God brings me to it, He will either bring me through it or lead me out of it. For now, I must just trust. 

March 14, 2015

Hope Trap

"I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in his word I put my hope." Psalm 130:5 
Ever find yourself there, wanting against all wanting to not let yourself build up hope....because you know the big 'ol crash that comes right after a false hope? Yeah, been there, living that. The longer we wait for a baby, the harder I find it to let myself hope that someday we will actually have kids. All those little "symptoms" that used to catch me as a "maybe" don't send me running to the store to buy a pregnancy test. Even those larger symptoms, I find myself more cautious trying to let thoughts run through my mind about "this maybe the time!" I usually wait them out a week and a period starts or they go away. Saves me so much money and heartache. 

But every once in awhile, I let down my guard, let a little glimmer of hope run through my mind. It always starts off innocent, just a quick image or a thought about the future. But hope buds, hope builds into a larger story, a grand story that soon you can no longer push to the back of your mind. And then a few weeks go by and your symptoms still stick around and your period never started and you think, well certainly "this must be it!" And then it always happens, I let myself hope, I let this happen and that day, or the next, before I have the nerve to pick up a test and try, all hopes are dashed. And I find myself a crumpled mess on the floor thinking, why do I keep hoping, this is hopeless!

I don't know where to go with this post, apart from saying, I know God can redeem even this mess. I just don't know how to guard my heart time and time again without becoming closed or distant from my dream to be a mom. I want to hope, but I don't want the disappointment. So, as confused, hopeless and empty that I feel, I will continue to rest in the promises of God knowing that my ultimate hope is in Him, not my circumstances, not my feelings, not anything.

"Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God." Psalm 42:5 
"Sustain me, my God, according to your promise, and I will live; do not let my hopes be dashed." Psalm 119:116 
"Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life." Proverbs 13:12
"Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:31
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
"Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently." Romans 8:24-25 
"Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer." Romans 12:12 
"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hopeby the power of the Holy Spirit." Romans 15:13 
"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful." Hebrews 10:23

March 7, 2015

{feb}ruary 2015

February is here and gone already. I can't believe it and in so many ways, I am thankful for it. February has been a hard month ever since losing Peyton 2 years ago, but somehow, God always seems to keep us plenty well occupied that those months that feel the heaviest, hardest always seem to move the fastest. He softens the blow time and time again. So grateful for that.

I have been finding over the past couple months what it means to learn and try and at times "command" myself to find my rest in Him. Life is funny how doors open and close. I am finding that the more that we take those steps in faith towards the open doors, the more God keeps showing glimpses of himself in those moments. For so many years, I have pounded my fists on the closed doors, I have sat in unhappiness or dissatisfaction with the "no"s. I have falsely constructed my whole life plans around doors that God continually has closed, and in that battle tried to once again have my sense of control over situations that were never mine to have. God continues to stretch me into areas outside what I ever imagined for my life, but somehow in those areas, I feel His greatest approval and nudging to keep going. So, I keep walking one foot in front of the other, in many situations of life that feel like I am so blind, unequipped, not qualified to go.

So, February in many ways has been a month of walking through open doors, following where only God can lead. And God continues to let those moments of open doors seem to come in waves. What is funny is the glimpses of Him that we see through each one of these open doors, so intertwined that only the Creator of the universe, Creator of my life could imagine to do.

In February, we closed on the house.... a month after our planned deadline to move on. We went from contract to closing in about 3 short weeks. In February, I took on a new role at work.... that if we get honest, I have no clue what I am doing. I have no clue how to fix many of the processes that are broken, but somehow, people are trusting me to take it on and deliver abundant results. I have cried out to God that I am not qualified, give this to someone else who wants a career. But you know what, His grace is sufficient. He opened the door, He put me here, He qualified me, He gifted me.... so for that I keep moving forward day over day knowing that He is up to way more than I could ever hope or dream. And when I doubt it again, He provides in ways that I couldn't have imagined.... like giving us the extra money we need to build a well on the land (almost to the exact penny of what we have been budgeting) or having many on my new team that are also struggling through infertility (and loss).
"Since God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect." Hebrews 11:40
God doesn't call us to do tasks, small or mighty, alone. He asks us to join hands with Him. To partner with Him and just keep running this purpose He designed specifically for us. In a month that has brought much anxiety, I am also finding so much peace in just knowing that God is the one conducting the show. I don't have to worry about tomorrow, I just have to be a good, faithful steward to the moments He has given me today. And so, I keep walking through those open doors, knowing He guides me there.

I don't know where you find yourself waiting or wanting, but my encouragement for you today is don't fight it. Accept the wait that God has you in, knowing that you are where He wants you. Don't resent this season or try to change it by your own power. God's "yes" will come, it may not look like you want, it may not be 100% clear, but it will be worth every moment of the wait.
"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us." Ephesians 3:20

February 23, 2015

It's closing day!

Two years ago, two very scared twenty-something year olds made a decision. A decision to look at the possibility of stepping out in faith, changing their lifestyle and make a move away from the comfort of the town they grew up in. And in that decision, they decided that if God is not in it, we would not keep pushing at the door. Almost two years ago, we drove out to the country to look at what only felt like a very distant dream. It still feels only like a distant dream.

For two years, we set timelines and they were broken time and time again. We waited with open arms saying God, keep opening doors if this is the place you want us to build the rest of our lives. Time seemed to move in slow-motion and sometimes as if it even stood still, but we still felt drawn to this land, called to step out in courage. There were times it felt like this will never work, in fact it still feels a little like that in some ways. But, slowly but surely, the Lord continued to open doors. After almost 2 years, and 4 days past when we thought we would be officially under contract, a contract arrived for us to review. And, we find ourselves today, getting ready to sign our lives away and step into the unknown of owning land.

This journey has been marked by what Marcus is calling "courage". It will not be easy, but we know that God is in it. He has woven details together like only He can. Courage because it is an unknown frontier. Courage because the cost at times feels amazingly intimidating. Courage because we have no clue what we are doing when it comes to building from the ground up. Courage because we may be living in a shed for years until we can finally build a home. Courage because our whole lives will change once we arrive out there. Courage for things we have yet to uncover or experience. Courage for being uncomfortable as we continue to figure out what this looks like.

So, today we step out in faith and courage asking God to continue to work this land in ways that only He can. We call Him to be Lord over our lives, over this decision. For whatever this next step looks like, good, bad, intimidating, stressful, beautiful.... here we go!

February 20, 2015

The Comparison Trap!

A couple months ago, God graciously wove my story into connection with some amazing, strong women as we have spoken truth and encouragement over our stories of infertility. Although we only know each other by way of Google Hangout, these ladies speak my same language. This is an excerpt from this week's study as I processed and prepared for our topic on Comparison. Thank the Lord for kindred souls! 

Comparison is a difficult trap to get entangled in. We can try our hardest to avoid it, we can wash our minds with truth, we can even pray for contentment, but somehow in my life it always seems to find its way back in and usually at the most inopportune times. To me, comparison is that ugly feeling that creeps up when I least expect it, that tells me, “you are not good enough” or “if only….”. 
Comparison says, "you are not good enough!"
When I think about comparison, much of it feels like it is built into our culture making it more and more difficult to avoid. Comparison has almost become a way of speech for us. I can vividly remember a few years ago talking with some ladies at work. They were talking about their young infants/toddlers, either about trying to get their kids to sleep through the night or potty training, all sharing their in depth tips and tricks on what worked for their kids, blah blah blah. I remember so badly wanting to connect, to join in the war stories of raising children and have something tangible to offer them so I blurt out a horrible example of when we were training our boxer puppy. LAME! I still kind of cringe thinking I would draw that connection and speak it out loud, but I so badly wanted to relate, to be accepted. 
Comparison can be a way we relate, we connect; but comparison can also be harbored deep down in our hearts, a hidden language of life buried deep in our souls. It is that little voice when we see the pregnant lady at Target and our ovaries cry out, WHY NOT ME!!!!  Or when we go over to our friend’s house and see everything put neatly away, their adorable pictures of a perfect little family adorning their walls and we think, MY LIFE FEELS SO MESSY. WHY CAN’T I HAVE KIDS LIKE THEM? Or even the opposite, we see their mess and their misbehaving kids and we think proudly to ourselves WELL WHEN I AM A MOM, I WILL NEVER LET MY KIDS DO THAT! Comparison, jealousy, I think they are siblings, if not twins.
In the current state of our society, I think we are becoming more and more comparison heavy. Social media is an outlet that can allow us to so easily seek approval from others, while also showcasing our lives for everyone to see. Let’s be honest here, how many of you looked at Facebook or Instagram today and felt comparison running through your veins? I did. I saw that “put together” family, looking like they were having fun and laughing. Heck, I even posted that picture on instagram of my cute little dog and husband, but you know what….it is all a lie. Yes, you heard me right, it is a lie. You know what we were doing when that picture was posted, we were in the midst of fighting. 
Over the years of living with infertility, one of the things I have most learned, those picture perfect stories we read into people’s lives are not the full picture. Deep down, those people have their own hurts that we can’t see, their own struggles. They may be able to get pregnant easily, but maybe they are struggling to keep their marriage afloat. My best friend has been pregnant more times than I dare count, but only has two perfect, beautiful children she can hold in her arms. From an outsider, their life seems perfect but until you know them, you cannot see the hurt. We like to paint pictures that our lives are perfect, but deep down every one of us is struggling in some way. 

Comparison is harmful. It steals us of joy, it causes us to doubt God’s goodness, it takes our eyes off the goal. It pulls me away from adoration of God. When my heart hurts the most on this journey, is after I have a comparison moment. Comparison can just about kill me inside if I don’t keep it in check. I don’t want to sugar coat comparison, it is a sin. And as a sin, we must put to death comparison. 

Throughout our study group, we have been going through Lois Flowers', "Infertility: Finding God's Peace in the Journey". In chapter 6, Lois paints a gorgeous picture of her "AHA!" moment. It came reading "A Horse and His Boy" from C.S. Lewis. In the story, Shasta is lamenting with Aslan and recounting his woes, his troubles along the journey. Shasta questions the events that have happened to him and others along the way. And in the moment, Aslan listens, but Aslan comforts. "'Child," said the Voice, "I am telling you your own story, not hers. I tell no one any story but his own."' 
God says, "I am telling you YOUR OWN story."
The way that we stop comparing, is to finally realize that it is our story to live and no one else's.  
“The things that happen in the lives of other people-including their pregnancies, no matter how undeserved or unwanted they may be-are part of “their story.” It is neither our responsibility nor our business to know why God allows them to happen. “ pg 94
You want to know how to avoid comparison - embrace You! I believe that we need to rejoice in the story God is writing in our own lives. See the goodness of God in our story, no matter how broken and messed up it feels. God gave each of us a story and our purpose is to glorify and honor him with that story. We need to share our story, the FULL story. We need to not just show the photo-worthy moments, but also the real struggle and hurt because let’s face it….in this season of my life, it feels more struggle than perfection. 

When I think about our stories, I think there are two components.
1) Little moments, the “God moments”: Lois Flowers mentions in chapter 5 the term “God sightings”. I love this idea, looking for those glimpses of what God is doing. She describes them as “those often-overlooked little events and moments that gently remind us that our heavenly Father still loves us and is still working.” These are part of your story. Recognize them, rejoice in them, remember them. Because when things seem bleak, your comparison meter is running rampant, you need those “God sightings” to put your mind back on course. Mine is an encounter with God, a bike ride fighting out my emotions, ending at the dock on the lake. And as I lay down on that dock with the crisp winter wind beating on my face, I know God held me there. He whispered over my heart, “My grace is sufficient, don’t give up. The road will be long, but I will give you strength.” That moment, I recorded in a grainy, phone picture, but that image takes my mind right back to that “God sighting”.
What are your God sightings? Find them, capture them, don't forget them. They can carry you through those moments when the outcomes seem to not be going in your favor. 

2) The big picture of our lives, the God written story: I have a resource I would highly recommend to each of you and that is “RESTLESS” by Jennie Allen. If you are struggling to figure out what your story or your purpose is, this book is amazing. It gets into each of the categories of our lives in greater detail, but the overall picture is this, God gives us so many different areas that we can use for him. Think for example, this infertility group or this blog, we are here together, encouraging and supporting each other because of the thing we have in common….infertility. If we didn’t have this one little aspect in our stories, we wouldn’t be able to support and encourage each other like we do. 
Each and every gift, suffering, person, etc that God gives you is there for a unique purpose and design. Remember, God didn’t make a mistake with you. His ways are always perfect. Every moment He gives us to refine us, make us more like Him. So what does your story look like? What areas of your story can you use RIGHT NOW for God?

At the end of the day, I think we have 2 amazing truths that bring our comparison back into focus. 
“let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith” Hebrews 12:1-2
In these verses there are 3 “let us statements”.
--> Let us throw off EVERYTHING that is a hinderance or a sin…COMPARISON. Stop it, don’t let it get a foothold.
--> Let us run the race marked out for US…You aren’t running someone else’s race, you are running your race. God marked out this specific race for you and you alone. 
--> Let us FIX our eyes on Jesus… Stop looking side to side, stop comparing your race standing to everyone else. Look up, look to Christ. See what He is doing, what He has done. Keep your focus on Him. What does HE say about your situation? 
“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing to the glory that will be revealed in us.” Romans 8:18
--> What we see and feel here is NOTHING compared to what is to come. He will wipe every tear away, He will bring justice and light to what feels very “unfair” right now. 

Comparison is not an easy topic, it isn't a quick one time fix. It is something we must battle with day in and day out, but I hope you can be encouraged you are not alone. Your story matters because it was written by the One who created everything, and that should be enough to satisfy the questions and the longings. 

For further readings: John 21:22, Galatians 1:10, Galatians 2:20, Romans 12:2, Hebrews 11:40, 2 Cor 4:17-18, 2 Cor. 12:8-9, Psalm 66:5

Thoughts from our study group - these girls get it! 
"God is outside of statistics" - no matter what they say, God is good and he is for us. He doesn't make mistakes.
"This is YOUR story, not theirs" - stop looking side to side and focus on what He is doing right now.

"Our faith is precious to God" and God is using this very moment, this very struggle to grow our faith.
When God is working and involved, we feel "peace and unity" about the directions he leads us in.
Testing shows us God's "good, pleasing and acceptable will" - no matter what phase we are in, we are living in His will right in this moment.

January 16, 2015

Just say "no"

Today, I took a first step... A first step to knowing my limits and just saying "no."

Acknowledging you have lost a child is hard, feeling like you have to stuff your emotions or hide them in tough situations is hard. Baby showers are hard, birthdays are hard. But you know what? Lying to yourself that it isn't hard, is even harder. It's like suffering inside your own brain with no way out. 

So as I struggled through the emotions of going to yet another baby shower this weekend, I decided to just say "no." And rather than letting me feel bad about also making that decision and upset I am so emotional and selfish and letting down a friend, Marc gently leaned over and said, "losing a child is something you never get over, so don't try to. You don't have to." He gave me the grace to be ugly and selfish, while still letting me protect my feelings from further heartbreak and frustration. 

Sometimes I get a glimpse of God in Marcus. God wants me, just as I am. I do not to have to put on a show or wear my church clothes. He is cool with me in my sweatpants and hoddie and mascara running down my face. He says "comes as you are and stop pretending like I don't already know!" And He allows me to not forget Peyton, no matter how much it hurts sometimes, because sometimes I just miss my baby. 

January 11, 2015


How can this be? How can the eighteen year old that I fell in love with be hitting a new decade? Thirty always felt like such an "old" age, but now we slowly creep into this new norm and it doesn't feel different than twenties felt. Thirty years old and I have been blessed to spend 12 of those years with him. I could not be more proud of what an amazing man God has blessed me with. He is my best friend, my encourager, my supporter, my favorite. Happy birthday my love!

A celebratory birthday corn dog at the National Western Stock Show, plus deep fried Twinkies. Yum-o!