Closing Time

The move is underway….movin1There was a little bit of book reading during the move, but mostly some whining (from me) and cussing (also from me) and just trying to get the job done.

It’s a little harder to get stuff done when you’re moving with little ones around because they need you.

They let you know it because they will most likely be saying, “HOLD ME!” for a good portion of the day.

And that got me thinking…isn’t it interesting that as we get older, there is still that need to be reassured? I haven’t been going around asking people to hold me lately, BUT I still need that reassurance that I’m ok.

Am I a good mother? A good wife? Do I suck at packing a moving truck? Am I pretty enough? Talented enough? Smart enough? Am I living out my real purpose? Doing all I can do to make this life count?

I can ask Jimmy for that reassurance, my family, friends…and I HAVE done that. Many a time.

But, what I am finding as I get older is that I need that so much LESS from people when I just ask the Lord what HE thinks of me. Who am I Lord? Who am I to you?

And each time I ask He is whispering. You’re mine. And that’s enough. You belong to me. You’re my girl. In my strength you are more.

I am His. A child of God. And He knows I suck at packing a moving truck and I like to whine about it, but just as Jada needs me to reassure her by picking her up and holding her, letting her know I am there and she is mine, oh God, thank You because You are doing that for me.

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So, apparently moving conjures up some deep thoughts for me, so if this is a little too heavy for you on a Friday, I’m sure I’ll be talking about home decor or hair again in no time.

But until then, just know that you are His. If you choose to believe that truth, you can just keep coming back to that. I’m starting to think it’s one of the single most important things for all of us to realize in this life.

Because the striving for the world to reassure us ends. To make us feel like enough. It just loses it’s luster. Lessens its grip on me when I remember who I really am.

Because if we really belong to God, then what can this world offer me? What can I be reassured of by it?

 

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Big NEWS!

So, it’s been a while and I have some big news!

We are MOVING!

To Colorado!

God is so amazing in how he leads us. I was totally resistant to this move because I adore Casper and all our friends in it. The life we have made here for the last two years.

I cried all the way home from Colorado, and cry sitting on my back deck some nights.

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I get REALLY attached to houses because of all the work we have put in but also because of all the memories, of course. When I’m painting some touch ups over grubby, dirty spots I get really dramatic in my head and think I am painting over memories.

Help. I need help.

I’m trying to think of healthy ways to cope, but a lot of unhealthy ways run through my head, too. Just keepin’ it real ya’ll.

 

But since our friends don’t seem too torn up about it (because they’re practical Wyoming people who don’t cry about painting over memories and know how to MOVE on) I am, with a grateful heart, less and less torn up about it too.

Because I’ve realized that each friendship from each place we’ve been blessed to live, has made our lives richer. Even if it was for a short time.

And these people swear they will visit. And most Wyoming people don’t lie. Cowboy ethics.

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The reason this place has been our home is because of these people. Who have loved us despite our weirdness. Loved on our kids each time they see them. And made our lives so rich.

It’s been our home. Where I’ve grown more in love with the Lord. Want more of Him. But with each change, He whispers to me that He is going with me. Every step. Every buying-a-house-is-the-worst-process-ever-and-bankers-basically-need-you-to-bleed-for-proof-of-insurance-or-some-crap-like-that step of the way.

I’m thankful for each stage in life. For what God teaches me when I don’t know what we are doing.

I truly believe with every ounce of my being that God wants good for us. For you. That, just like we want to give our kids great things and have plans for them, He does that too with us. His children, right? So, with a shaking hand, I hold on to His.

All that to say that after way too many confirmations that this IS what we are supposed to be doing and after we found a house (eeeeek!) it’s gettin’ real and we are gettin’ really excited.

Just wanted to give you guys the update. Sorry for slackin’ on my bloggin’ pimpin’. It’ll come back again soon.

Miss you guys! Miss this blog! Updates on what the new house looks like when we move in 2 weeks! Pray for us, though, seriously. This moving thing is no joke!

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DIY Headband

Ok, so I know it’s been WAY too long since I’ve posted! I have MISSED you guys! And writing. And blogging.

But holy bells. Life is busy.

I was telling a friend the other day, I always picture myself relaxing and just lollygaggin’ my way on through the summer.

But, that’s not even close to reality. Busy, busy up in here!

So, no promises on how often I can post this summer, but I will try to keep on keepin’ on.

But, anyways, I have a question for ya. Do you ever think you should buy something when you’re in Target because you figure if it’s sold in Target it’s probably cute and you should probably like it?

I did that other day. Bought some white jean shorts that were tight fitting and LONG. Like to my knees long.

I got home and Jimmy said, “Those look like Mom shorts.”

And I said, “I am a mom. And if I’m gonna wear shorts, I don’t want to be flashin’ anyone, ya know? Moms don’t do that.”

So, I instantly hated them after our convo and I thought I would just cut off a bit and fold the hem to see if that was less momish, still modestish and a titch hotterish. (If you don’t recognize those words, that’s because they don’t exist. Just accept them anyways. I get bossy in the summertime too, apparently. Busy and bossy).

I’m happy to report Operation Try To Make Mom Shorts Hotter project worked. Like a charm. I’m pregnant again.

Just kidding.

Wow, I’m busy, bossy and spicy! In SUMMEEEEERRR (all you Frozen fans will appreciate that Olaf shout out).

Aaaand back on track.

So, here’s where the headband comes in. I made one with the extra fabric I cut off.

So, if YOU have christian camp long jean shorts, don’t give up on them. Cut ‘em, fold ‘em, and make a headband with the rest of ‘em.
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Here’s what I did to make the headband: I cut each leg sleeve on one side to open it up and then knotted the two pieces together.
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And then I poked two holes in the middle of the fabric on what was now the bottom of my headband, cut open a hairtie, threaded the hairtie through the two holes and tied the hairtie tight on the other side.
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You know what I mean? 
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And then it’s nice, because you just slip it over your head and you can adjust the size by either tightening that knot on top of your head or loosening it.

If your jean shorts really are from church camp days, you will really need to loosen that baby up. 
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So, now you have jean shorts that may or may not look good AND a headband to match.

Just rock it.

And if your man says you look like a mom, take it as a compliment.

And get the scissors out again.
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 Alright, miss you guys! Hope your summer is going amazingly well!

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