Where Does The Time Go??

How is it November already?

I guess we HAVE been doing stuff…

exploring the new sights here in CO…



Hoarding candy…


Trying to get a family picture taken….


WithOUT picking our noses….it’s not easy to take a break from that…I’m not picking mine, so this picture is a success in my eyes.



And balancing acts…co7


And football games…co9


And life wouldn’t be complete without the latest craigslist find and DIY project…

first we kinda like to see if we are strong enough to bicep curl the latest project…co10



And NOT pictured: Me attacking women in stores, parks and libraries to force them to be my friend. Most have spotted the desperation in my eyes and quickly have somewhere else to go. I don’t get it. Someone teach me to play it cool?

So, I guess that’s where the time has gone…

It’s been another adventure, that’s for sure.

Up and moving. Replanting. All things new.

Wherever we are one thing is the same. The desire I have had in the last six months (more than ever) to let God use me. Like, really use me. Not just something I SAY but truly feel inside. To lay down my selfishness each day and let Him live in me.

I’m so selfish, you guys. It’s kind of embarrassing. So this has been a process, but He is so patient with me.

I want this life to count for Him. I want, more than ever, for my life to mean something more. For Him.

Because I blinked and I’m already 31, peeps. Another blink and I might be dead so it’s time to start doing things for Him.

Living outward. I feel a stirring inside like I’ve never felt before and it makes me cry just talking about God. So, I might as well be 91 because lately I’m acting like it.

Anyways. On a different note, I have some EXCITING news to share here in the very near future. I hope you get as excited about it as I do. There’s something in it for you so stick around…

Hope all is well in blogland. Missed you guys. Be my friend? (You can’t see my desperate eyes on your computer screen. Playin’ it cool over here).


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Latest Happenin’s

So, last time we talked, friends, we were mid move.

We said our goodbyes. Read our last books at our Wyoming home….
thor Put on our bravest superhero faces and garb….


And ran ahead…ok enough of the metaphorical talk.

We did it! We moved and are living the Colorado life. We jumped in and have been thankful for how quickly we already feel at home…

Racing each other always helps us adjust to new places too…

And in case you were wondering, Barkley’s adjusting well, too. We have only been berated by one neighbor to stop letting him run free and to “get a handle on him.”

Ok, so he’s NOT adjusting that well. #Barkleyhatersunite #sippinonsomehaterade


So, after we gave up trying to handle our bidnass with Barkley…

We said our goodbyes to summer…


And I mourned the fact that grill outs with new friends and old…


are coming to a close soon and I will have to start making dinner again.

#dustoffthecrockpot #notsureifhashtagsareokinblogs #breakinrules #getahandleonit


But whenever we feel a little scared of all the new stuff coming our way…like new schools, people, houses, churches…

We just hug it out.



Or jump it out….


Or yell it out….

Or ride it out until….

We feel at home again. (Note: Donkeys don’t really make me feel at home).

So, all is well. God is good. #crumbsinourteeth #shegotitfromhermomma


And we’re home.


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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.


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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