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"I want to be a cheerleader when I grow up! A cheerleader and a teacher, and after I get married, my husband and I will be missionaries." Flowers at my home! Well, one of those dreams came true. This was the answer I gave people when I was young. And yes, I was a cheerleader all through elementary and high school  (winning two national championships if I might toot my own horn), but, thankfully, the Lord taught me early on that I don't have the patience to teach. He also showed me that my calling was not overseas missions either. I figured we were all supposed to become missionaries at some point in our Christian lives. After 4 months with YWAM in Hawaii & China, I came home and realized that experience was great but also, that wasn't what I was called to. (Oddly enough, I was voted "Most Likely to Become a Missionary" in high school.) My summer back porch! Thankfully, I met a man who was on his way to enroll in semin...

Work Buddy #1 yesterday! I remember when I was engaged, I made a pact with myself that I would be very intentional with my time. My engagement was only 4 short months, so as soon as I got back home from the lake the weekend after Matt proposed, I downloaded the LoseIt! app. I was SO dedicated to inputting my calories in and calories out and was able to drop 10 pounds quite quickly. I also made sure to spend time with the Lord regularly trying to prepare myself for this event I had anticipated all my life. I included my bridesmaids and close friends in my big wedding planning decisions so they could feel my excitement and really be a part of it instead of just showing up the day of. Matt & I met with the Brewers every week for pre-marital counseling going over big issues and little annoyances within our relationship and trying to prepare ourselves for how amplified those issues would become in our marriage. Work buddy #2 yesterday! I distinctly remem...

I was sitting in there thinking to myself, "I cant handle this. I'm not big enough to handle this." All I could think about was wanting my Mom or Dad or brothers there beside me to take over. To be on my side, to hold me and shelter me from the harsh words flying around the room.  I covered my face and tried to block it out crying and crying, wishing my tears to stop the torment. I finally reached the point where running seemed like the best option, so I did. I ran out of that place to the nearest home where a friend lived. And then I woke up. If only I had. I didn't wake up from this one. This was a real-life "put my big girl panties on" kind of moment. I wondered how long it would take before I hit one of these moments. I wondered how I would react. And, honestly, I've surprised myself. I haven't gone running to Mommy & Daddy (although God knows I've wanted to.) I haven't spilled my guts to everyone's w...

Yes, it has been seven months since I've last posted. Blogging is an interesting thing. While I often have lots to say, I constantly contradict myself in deciding whether or not to post it. Sometimes it's too personal, or I'm afraid the person I'm referring to will read this post, or that no one will relate to what I'm saying and my followers will slowly whither away to nothingness. But I recently had a dear friend ask why I wasn't blogging anymore and that she missed my posts.  She actually missed me!  And that feeling of being missed is what every human truly desires most. To be accepted and loved and taken for who we really are. Selfishness and rudeness and dirtiness all wrapped into this imperfect human body. And I decided to start posting again. Because I may not be able to make a huge difference in this big 'ole crazy world, but I can write this one post, this one day, and reach out to somebody.  If that's all I do, I'll at least do that...

I was priveleged to be a part of this organization on Saturday. I will honestly admit that I don't do a lot of community service. Scratch that...ANY community service... (Unless you count church activity.) But Matt's law firm deals with elderly clients whom often suffer from dimentia & Alzheimer's. They sponsored a table at the walk along with a photo booth. Matt & I got our lazy butts out of bed WAY earlier than normal on a Saturday and manned that table. We also offered sign-ups for an Alzheimer's clinical trial.   I was seriously dubious as to how many people would sign up for this. I mean, clinical trials are kinda a big deal! But I was SHOCKED at the willingness of our comunity! Especially those whose family members had been affected by Alzheimer's; they wanted to contribute as much as they could to furthering the reserach and development of an Alzheimer's cure.   Many people told us their stories of how this hor...

You know what's really frustrating?! When you step out, in faith, and answer a call you firmly believe is of the Lord and Satan seems to be standing right there just waiting to knock you down! That. Is. Frustrating! Especially since when you're doing someone based on faith, it's usually putting you out of your comfort zone in the first place, and then you start doubting what you're doing and who you are and then you realize,  "Hey! This is what they call being attacked spiritually!" Now, I don't like to over-spiritualize things, and I get very annoyed with people who use a spiritual metaphor for every instance in their day! "My coffee spilled on my shirt this morning. I think the Lord's telling me not to go to work." Not. OK. But I AM a firm believer in spiritual attacks, and it's kinda sad to admit this, but it's been a while since I've felt this.   A couple weeks ago I mentioned that Matt...