Replacing the Lies

After months of brainstorming, planning, critiquing there is now a shop of items offered through this little blog. I’m excited to tell you more about it, because it is more than pretty jewelry, or cute apparel. Please allow me to share my heart with you.

We have all had encounters and experiences in our lives that have planted a seed of doubt. They have made us question our purpose, our value, ourselves. These are lies that have been whispered to us repeatedly, and if we don’t acknowledge them, they can make us less effective and destroy our influence. These lies feed our defensiveness to protect ourselves from feeling weak. Our weaknesses can hinder us and cause insecurities, but those same weaknesses, if we acknowledge and address them they can bring us strength and give glory to God. Let’s change the repetition of lies. Let’s replace them with the truth of God.

Afraid, but GOD…has loved you.
Running, but GOD…has pursued you.
Broken, but GOD…has redeemed you.
Messy, but GOD…thinks you are beautiful.
Striving, but GOD…says you are enough.

I believe in a God, and that He is good. As C.S. Lewis wrote in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe:

“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “… Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.” 

I also believe that there is an enemy that wants to destroy our influence and ultimately our lives.

This message that I want to share I believe is from God, and I believe the enemy wants to keep me silent and to keep you from hearing it. This past week, I felt completely under attack mentally and emotionally. To make it worse, I was attacked with each of these lies that I am telling others to replace with truth.

I felt afraid that people would reject me. I wanted to run away from this project. I felt defeated and broken in my spirit. I felt like my life was out of control and messy. I felt like I needed to strive to be different and felt envious of others. And when I realized that I was struggling with the very thing I was speaking against, I felt like an imposter. Who am I to be sharing this? This is the exact response the enemy was looking for.

The morning after I realized all of this, my oldest son woke up and wanted to tell me about a dream he had. In his dream, he was with Jesus and they were fighting demons. He wanted to know what it meant. I told him that I believe we are constantly in a battle. And that is why it is important to put on the armor of God that he has been learning about at church.

Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace. In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. Ephesians 6:10-18, ESV

Shortly after this, my middle child woke up and he started talking about his dream. In his dream he was standing in our living room and people were trying to break in and attack us. Yikes.

After sharing this with my mother-in-law, she shared with me:

…Now the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God and the authority of his Christ have come, for the accuser of our brothers has been thrown down, who accuses them day and night before our God. Revelations 12:10, ESV

The enemy accuses us of being imposters, of being weak, of being sinful. BUT, he has been thrown down!! He has been defeated!! Hallelujah, there is a NEW truth!

Yes, I would say that the enemy doesn’t want you believe the truth. The enemy wants you to be afraid, running, broken, messy, and striving…

but GOD….

Oh ladies!! This is where it gets good!

but GOD…

That means the story changes!

but GOD…

It means there is hope!

Afraid, but GOD…has loved you.
Running, but GOD…has pursued you.
Broken, but GOD…has redeemed you.
Messy, but GOD…thinks you are beautiful.
Striving, but GOD…says you are enough.

Here is the truth: You are loved by the Almighty, and He is pursuing you in order to redeem you. He has made you beautiful, and because he has loved you, pursued you, and redeemed you; you are enough!

I wish you could hear the excitement in my voice! I wish I could tell you to your lovely face! I wish I could rejoice with you right now as you are reading this!

The items in the shop are simply to help remind us of the truth and to change the repetition of lies that we have listened to. I pray for us all to change the dialogue in our minds and to live the abundant life that Jesus told us about.

Here are several of the items.

Click on any picture to take you to the shop to see all of them.

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Shirt

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I will be in the Louisville, Kentucky area Memorial Day weekend. If you live in that area, and would like to eliminate shipping cost by picking them up from me while I am there, simply select “Pick up” when checking out and send me a note. xoxo

Simple Homemade Deodorant

In the past 6 months I have had more conversations about deodorant than most people probably have their entire lives. What a strange topic of conversation. “Hey, have you tried this deodorant? Do your pits smell? Do you sweat excessively?” I’m a blast at parties, let me tell ya. Just so you know, I’m not completely crunchy. I’m maybe chewy with a crunchy center.

It started to bother me that anti-perspirants/deodorants actually do what they say. Our bodies are suppose to sweat. Is it awkward sometimes? Sure. But what is happening to our insides when we block up all that sweat? And what are these chemicals that we are applying to a very porous part of our bodies?

There are studies saying aluminum in deodorant is evil, and studies saying that it’s perfectly fine. Who do we believe? I think that if I can make a choice to eliminate the concern (and save some money) then that’s what I’m going to do.

You decide for yourself.

To help I have broken down the ingredients for a popular anti-perspirant/deodorant and also included my recipe for a homemade deodorant that is simple to make, and of course inexpensive.

Ingredients in Secret Original Invisible Solid

  • Aluminum Zirconium Trichlorohydrex Gly: There are several different types of aluminum used in different brands. They block the pores to reduce perspiration.
    There is thought that the aluminum is linked breast cancer. I also wonder if the toxins being blocked in the body could be linked to this (I have not been able to find a study stating one way or the other). There is also thought that the aluminum absorbed into the skin is linked to Alzheimer’s disease.
  • Cyclopentasiloxane: A skin conditioner.
    One or more animal studies have shown tumor formation at moderate doses. Has also shown to be possible endocrine disruption, neurotoxicity, and an environmental toxin.
  • Stearyl Alcohol: An emulsifying agent.
    Possible skin irritant, environment toxin.
  • C12-15 Alkyl Benzoate: Skin-conditioning agent.
    Possible environment toxin.
  • PPG-14 Butyl Ether: Skin-conditioning agent.
  • Hydrogenated Castor Oil: Skin-conditioning agent.
  • Petrolatum: Skin-conditioning agent.
    Considered to be toxic and harmful to humans.
  • Phenyl Trimethicone: Skin-conditioning agent.
  • Talc: Absorbent.
    Has been linked to different types of cancer.
  • Cyclodextrin: Absorbent.
  • Fragrance: To make us smell good.
    The FDA allows this on the product label to represent an undisclosed mixture of various chemicals and ingredients. They have been associated with allergies, dermatitis, respiratory problems and possible effects on the reproductive system.
  • Mineral Oil: Skin-conditioning agent.
    Possible human immune system toxicant or allergen.
  • Behenyl Alcohol: Binder.

Now you might be thinking, “This chic has lost her mind. There is no way I’m going to stop using my store-bought deodorant.” And that’s cool.

Or you might be thinking, “What else can I do?” Well, this is the recipe my husband and I have been using for several months now (we thought it best to experiment with this together) and we have no intention of going back.

Some things I want to be upfront about:

  • I first made some with benzonite clay, but I felt like it was making me stinky, so I made some without. It was better, and then shortly after I received a notification saying that the kind I had purchased had been contaminated with lead and to throw it out (I was refunded). So make sure you research where your stuff is coming from.
  • I also used tea tree oil at first. It got to where I couldn’t tell if I was stinky, or if it was the oil. That doesn’t work for me, so I switched to lavender and haven’t had any problem since.
  • I used an old deodorant container to hold my new stuff. I discovered there were holes in the bottom after I scraped out the old stuff, so I put some masking tape in the bottom so the new stuff wouldn’t pour out the bottom.
  • This deodorant is really only good for a day. Max. So if you are not planning on showering every day, then you at least have to wash your pits. Please.
  • I have not been able to tell a difference in my perspiration. Of course, summer is just beginning.
  • One day I saw a friend while I was out running, and I ran up to hug her. We were both sweaty, so she didn’t mind. She actually told me I smelled good. True story.

Simple Homemade Deodorant

Ingredients and Price Breakdown

  • 1 Tb Coconut oil $0.14
  • 1 Tb Shea butter $0.47
  • 1 Tb Beeswax $0.22
  • 1.5 tsp Baking soda $0.01
  • 1.5 tsp Arrowroot powder $0.06
  • 4 drops Lavender essential oil $0.13

Total: $1.03 for approximately 2 oz.

Step 1:

Place coconut oil, shea butter, and beeswax in either a pot to melt on the stove, or in a glass dish to melt in the microwave. It takes about a minute to melt in the microwave. The beeswax is last to melt.

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Step 2:

Add baking soda and arrowroot powder.

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Step 3:

Stir and add essential oil.

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Step 4:

Pour into the container. Be sure to have the container ready and close by. It will start to solidify quickly!!

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Let me know what you think!

Want to try this later? Then Pin it!!

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Where I got my information:
http://secret.com/en-us/original-invisible-solid
https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/ingredient/701741/CYCLOPENTASILOXANE/
https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/ingredient/706325/STEARYL_ALCOHOL/
https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/ingredient/700898/C12-15_ALKYL_BENZOATE/
https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/ingredient/705247/PPG-14_BUTYL_ETHER/
https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/ingredient/702919/HYDROGENATED_CASTOR_OIL/
https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/ingredient/704786/PETROLATUM/
https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/ingredient/704817/PHENYL_TRIMETHICONE/
https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/ingredient/706427/TALC/
http://www.cancer.org/cancer/cancercauses/othercarcinogens/athome/talcum-powder-and-cancer
https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/ingredient/701732/CYCLODEXTRIN/
https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/ingredient/703977/MINERAL_OIL/
https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/ingredient/700659/BEHENYL_ALCOHOL/
https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/ingredient/702512/FRAGRANCE/#

Antiperspirants – Aluminum & Alzheimer’s Disease

Antiperspirants – Aluminum & Breast Cancer

Mother’s Day: Ideal vs. Actual

Mother’s day is coming to a close, and I hope you have had a restful day of adoration from your children. I have been showered with hand-made cards, flowers, and a day spent hiking in the mountains and hiding in my room. Yep, my hubby has allowed me to hide away and be alone. It’s beautiful. The children are either running, screaming, or crying, but I don’t care. He’s got it all under control, and I have a glass of wine.

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For years, Mother’s Day was difficult for me because I had lost my mom to cancer. I would spend it watching Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. The tag line for the movie was, “Mothers. Daughters. The never-ending story of good vs. evil.” Yep, that pretty much sums it up. I would laugh and cry the whole way through. And then… I became a mom. Thus began the tradition of breakfast in bed, construction paper cards, and feeling honored.

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Honestly, what I really want on this day is to not have to do anything. To not have to feed any children. To not have to change a diaper. To not have to pick up toys. To not listen to crying, or whining, or arguing. Pretty much, I don’t want to be a mom on Mother’s day.

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I know this will change. There will soon be a day when I will want all my children near me to celebrate this day, and a day I will feel sad because they are no longer near by. And my heart aches when I think about those who desperately want to be a mom, and have not been able to take that journey. I won’t stay in this place for long, but for now, this is how it is.

The stages of Mother’s Day

I so badly want to be a mom!

I’m so excited to be a mom!

I don’t want to be a mom today!

I love being a mom!

I miss my kids. Oh look, grandchildren!


Here is what some of you have said about your ideal versus actual Mother’s Day

Mom of 4 ages 10-14

Ideal: Church and then a relaxing day spent mostly outdoors. I’d love to go hiking and have a picnic that I don’t have to prepare or clean up after.

Actual: Church, then go to my mom’s and cook omelets with my sister for our families. After that, cook dinner and take it to my mother-in-law’s house. I thoroughly enjoyed it last year thinking of other mothers rather than myself.

Mom of 4 ages 14-18

Ideal: Take a walk, go out to breakfast, have someone else make lunch. And go spend the day with my husband somewhere.

Actual: I will go take my mother-in-law lunch because it is also her birthday.

Mom of 1 age 13 months

Ideal: Spending part of the day receiving some form of pampering (mani/pedi, massage, hair appointment) coming home to a clean house and not having to cook the rest of the day.

Actual: Spend the prior week cleaning so I can enjoy a clean house on Mother’s day, go to church, go out for lunch, and hangout with family the rest of the day.

Mom of 3, grandmother to 6

Ideal: All my children and grandchildren will be gathered in my home for a cookout. It will be a day of laughter and good food with good conversation while the children play and run in and out. I will grab hugs and kisses as they run by.

Actual: Church, eat lunch, visit my mom at the nursing home. Kind of makes me sad to think about it.

Mom of 3, ages 6-14

Ideal: For years I dreaded mothers day. It was a reminder to me of what I didn’t have and was told I could never have. There is so much heartache wrapped up in that one day. It was truly a day of mourning. For so many years I dreamed about it and prayed that that day would become a happy day for me. So when I finally became a mother myself, that became one of my favorite days. It is a day of deep reflection for me every year. It is very emotional. I pray I will never forget those emotions. There is nothing I would rather be doing on that day than to be with my babies that made me a mom.

Actual:  My second favorite day of the year is the kid’s birthday party. This year their birthday party will be on Mother’s day. For me, it doesn’t get better than that and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my day.

Mom of 3, ages 8-14

Ideal: To take a day trip with my mom and soak up good foods and sights. In years past though, I wanted a day off from being mom. I wanted to be completely alone with no mommy responsibilities!

Actual: Spend the day with my hubby and kids, probably grilling out and playing games-which is a close second to what I wish I could do.

Mom of 3 ages 9-15

Ideal: Spend time with my husband and kids, having meals catered in, and cleaned up by hired help, playing games without any arguments and perhaps watching a movie together as a family.

Actual: Going to church, spending time with the family playing tennis or games. Unfortunately, there probably will be arguments. Also I will either be supervising kids making a mess of the kitchen and/or cleaning up behind them. Or I will be kicked out of the kitchen by my husband and therefore we’re not spending time together.

Mom of 2 ages 10-13

Ideal: Wake up after sleeping in, go on a family hike with a picnic in the mountains, come home to eat take out, watch a good movie, and go to bed early.

Actual: It’s really just a normal Sunday. They do make me breakfast, then we go to church, then come home, cook, clean, and host mothers day dinner. My husband does do the clean up after dinner.


I am truly so fortunate to have my husband and children. And even though a day off would be nice, a day to love those children is so much more. I feel humbled that they want to honor me in any way they know how. If your “actual” isn’t your “ideal” know that you are not alone. And know that even though you may not get to spend this day the way you would like, that you are still honored and loved and blessed.

Happy Mother’s Day! xoxo

In Her Corner, episode 5

This is a series to learn about different moms and their different situations. Through interviewing these women and sharing their stories I hope that we can all have a better understanding and appreciation of each other. Hopefully we can support and encourage her “in her corner.”



Who she is…

A single mom of two, working 3 different jobs in order to make ends meet. Trying to maintain time with her children while she works a hectic schedule. Living a life fueled by grace. Using her God-given gifts to encourage and motivate others. She gets it all done by waking early and staying up late.

“Honestly, some days I’m running on 4 hours of sleep and lots of coffee!”

Where she has been…

To understand the life she now lives, we must understand the life she has lived. She did not grow up with a father present, and her mother worked most of the time in order to provide. Because of this, there was not much supervision in their home, and this provided an environment that allowed her to be sexual abused by a sibling for several years. It was this time in her life that she learned how to “wear a mask” and put on an act that everything was fine.

“It’s just too painful to tell people how you really feel or what things are really going on.”

She was angry. Angry at her mother for not protecting her and for not stopping the abuse. Angry at her earthly father for leaving and not being there. And angry at her heavenly Father for allowing any of it. As a young adult, she accepted Jesus Christ as her Savior and realized that the grace God had extended to her, she had to extend to others. So, with God’s help, she forgave. She forgave her mother, knowing that she was just doing the best she could with what she had. She has forgiven her father, understanding now that he needed to leave because of addictions that he didn’t want to expose his family to. And she has forgiven her abuser even though remorse has never been expressed on their part. She still has scars that are not fully healed, but she is living by grace day by day.

Shortly after becoming a follower of Christ, she met her husband. And shortly after that, they were married. They both came from broken homes. Neither of them knew what a healthy family looked like.

“We were just putting together what we thought would be a good family with the broken pieces we had.”

A year into the marriage she started to see some red flags. It started with verbal abuse, being told she was lazy, a slob, and a horrible mom.

“My first Mother’s Day he didn’t get me anything. He said I didn’t deserve anything because I wasn’t a good mom.”

Unfortunately, she believed these comments. Then she found out she was expecting again. She was panicked. She already felt overwhelmed with one child, how was she going to be able to handle two? While she was pregnant, he was deployed. And even though this meant she had to handle things on her own, life was easier.

She found a good, supportive church and was mentored by other women, finally seeing what a godly woman and mother look like. She learned that it was alright to make mistakes, that there is no such thing as a perfect parent. She was learning the difference between conviction and condemnation. She was refreshed.

Her husband returned from overseas, coming home with PTSD. He was very withdrawn, and became easily angered. At this point he became physically abusive. She thought about walking away from the marriage then, but he wanted to make things right. They went to counseling, and even though it did seem to help, he was not as open about his own issues and made it seem to the counselor that the problems they were having were her fault.

Through all of this, she presented herself as happy in front of others. She made it appear that they had the perfect marriage. She lied to others in order to protect him, even though it put herself at risk. She wore the mask that she created as a child.

“You may love somebody, but they shouldn’t hurt you and you shouldn’t protect them if they are hurting you.”

Due to the PTSD, he was not able to find work. She, however, found a part-time job that she was able to find fulfillment in. The problem was, he did not want her to work. He accused her of trying to escape her duties at home and that she would neglect the cooking and cleaning. He finally agreed with her working as long as the money was going into their joint account.

As time went on, he became more and more controlling. He accused her of over spending and said that she could not be trusted with a debit card. So he put her on an allowance, which is what she used to buy food, and diapers for 2 small children. If she ran out of money and needed more, then he made her perform sexual favors. She had hit a new low.

Things continued to get worse. Her children were starting to become aware of what was going on. She discovered that he was having an affair. He was addicted to pain pills. If the food wasn’t cooked right he would throw food at her face.

“We were falling apart. I was falling apart.”

When she told him that she was leaving, he became enraged, took her car, and left. When he returned, he attempted to force himself on her. Thankfully, she was able to fight him off, but in doing so, it woke the children. He left again, this time taking his own car. She grabbed the spare key (that she had previously hidden) to her car, packed up her children and went to live at a women’s shelter until she was able to step out on her own.

Her divorce has been finalized for about a year now.

“The struggle right now is to see what God is going to do next. I’m just surviving, and I’m ready to thrive.”

What her strengths are…

Even if she is having a bad day, she is able to put that aside and focus on the task at hand. She is able to laugh and play with her children, no matter what situation they are currently going through. She is constantly teaching her children to trust in God’s provision.

“It’s scary to be in the position where trusting in God is my only option, but it’s the best place to be.”

She is teaching them that trials bring steadfastness, and that He will bring them out of the storm. She is teaching them to be nice to everyone because you never know what others are dealing with or going through.

What her struggles are…

She finds it difficult to stop and listen to her children. She has so many things to do and not enough time. She finds herself always talking at them, telling them what they should or should not do.

She struggles with her current work schedule. She is currently looking for a full-time position so she can be there for her children and not work crazy shifts.

What her joys are…

When she see them learning from their trials. When they laugh. When they pray. When they’re sleeping!

“I told him [her son] it’s ok to start over, we just have to keep going. And he said to me, ‘I know, I see you doing it all the time.’ “

What her fears are…

That they will end up in an abusive relationship. And she fears that they will walk away from God. She doesn’t want them to become discouraged, seeing their dad who is not struggling at all.

How she stays sane…

She needs time alone. She loves being around others, encouraging them and ministering to them, but she feels exhausted when she gets home. She spends this time praying, and reading God’s Word, and being still.

“It’s very important to have my quiet time, otherwise I am a mommy monster!”

She has learned that it is alright to take care of herself, that she is not being selfish, and to not feel guilty.

What she wants others to know…

“I see other women in bad relationships, and they stay. I want them to understand that they don’t have to stay. You don’t have to have it all together, it’s ok to be broken.”

She encourages others to share their brokenness. She shares her weaknesses openly because she wants people to see that where she lacks is where God picks up the pieces and pulls her through.



Oh mommas! We never really know what others are dealing with. Let’s encourage one another, support one another, and love one another. Hang in there momma, you got this!

I learned so much from listening to this momma’s story. Let’s spread the encouragement by sharing her story with others. Her story might not be pretty, but God has redeemed it and made it beautiful!

Are you a momma that needs encouragement? Do you know someone that needs someone in her corner? I would love to meet her! Please feel free to contact me and we can chat.

xoxo

When the Milk Dries Up

When I took my oldest, now eight years old, to his 6 month old check up, the doctor informed me that he was dropping in his weight percentile. I was concerned, and disappointed, and sad. The reason for his drop in growth was due to my drop in milk supply. My desire to nurse urged me to fight to keep my supply from dropping. I began drinking Mother’s Milk tea several times a day, pumping after nursing, and extra pumping sessions. It was exhausting. And I was working as a dental hygienist at the time, which made it even worse. It was quite difficult to fit in the pumping between patients.

The first four months I had more milk than I could keep up with, so I just kept pumping and putting it in the freezer. Thankfully I had this to supplement with once I knew that he was not getting enough from nursing alone. But my extra supply was dwindling, and going quick. When I had to start supplementing with formula, it was torture. I know this is ridiculous. I was a formula baby, and I am healthy. Lots of babies grow and develop perfectly on formula. I don’t think badly of other moms that decide to use formula, for whatever their reason. But to be honest, I cried like I was giving him poison.

Turns out, formula was just fine. And I was happier. I was no longer stressed and obsessing over my supply. I was able to stop before he got teeth. I loved having my body back to myself, even if I was never going to be quite the same again. I had found freedom and independence!

When my second was born, now 4 years old, I recognized the same thing happening again. He started fussing after feedings because he was still hungry. And like before, I had plenty of extra in the freezer to supplement with. But unlike before, I did not fret about switching to formula. I was kinda giddy about it to be honest.

Now, with my third, who is 8 months old, I thought things would be different. I figured that my supply had dropped with the first two because I was working outside the home and relying on pumping about a third of the time. With my daughter, I have been able to be home and nurse consistently. But just like before, right around 6 months, I could tell my supply was dropping. I admit, I wasn’t ready to stop nursing her, so I did fight for it. Not enough to stress over it, but I did what I could. She is just so sweet, I didn’t want to lose that time with her.

So here I am, completely done with nursing, forever. I had my week of feeling sad and trying to soak in every moment I had left of it. And then I let it go.

To help in this time of transition, I came up with a list of reasons of…

Why to be Happy When the Milk Dries Up

#1 I can lay on my belly.

Seriously, I love being able to do this finally. My neck, however, does not appreciate it.

#2 I don’t feel self-conscious of actually having cleavage.

I’m what you might call “flat-chested.” Actually, there is no might. I am indeed flat-chested. Which means I never have to worry about showing too much. So I’m super paranoid when I’m nursing and am a whopping size B (even a size C the first few weeks after giving birth)!!!

#3 I can have a glass of wine in the middle of the day.

This is oddly very liberating. I feel like I’m getting away with something.

#4 I can take cold medicine if I have a cold.

Getting sick is always a bummer, but getting sick while pregnant or nursing is especially cruddy. You just have to suffer through.

#5 I can exercise without wearing multiple sports bras.

I love running, you all know that. And I’m flat-chested, you all now know that too. So it is super annoying to all of a sudden have boobs that bounce while running. I’m thrilled to be done with that.

#6 I have extra freezer space for ice cream.

The first 4 months of nursing I produce crazy amounts, which is great, but my freezer was half-full with bags of milk. At one point I have over a gallon’s worth of frozen milk.

#7 I don’t have to worry about my milk letting down while being intimate.

I’m not going to elaborate.

#8 I can have a second beer if we go out to eat.

Before, if we did get to go out to eat (which was maybe twice) I couldn’t do this since my boobs were “on-call” for the rest of the night.

#9 I can be away from my child for more than 3 hours.

FREEDOM!!!!!

 

My little girl loved to play with my face while she nursed. It was all sweet until her razor blade fingernails dug in.
My little girl loved to play with my face while she nursed. It was all sweet until her razor blade fingernails dug in.

 

Did you have a difficult time when you stopped nursing? Was it your choice? How did you handle the transition? Leave a comment below, or on the Facebook page. I look forward to hearing your stories!

DIY Wall Art

A few weeks ago, I shared with you how I re-used old curtains in my little girl’s room. Well, part of the remodel of her room included adding some artwork to her walls. I love being able to make my own artwork. It saves quite a bit of money, and I have the pride and satisfaction of knowing I made it myself.

My daughter’s name means “Bright Light,” so of course I wanted to incorporate the lyrics of “You are My Sunshine” into the art. I love when people create artwork that is hand-painted words, but I do not possess this talent. So here is how I “cheated” to make this artwork look like it wasn’t done by a three year old.



 

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First, I found a set of canvas panels at Hobby Lobby and I bought some acrylic paints.

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I thought I wanted grey for the background, but then decided it was too dark.
That is the beauty of paint! Just cover it up with a different color.

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Here is the “cheating” part. Find a font you like, type out your words, and print it reversed. Then take a soft-lead pencil and heavily trace over the print out. Lay print text side down over canvas, and rub the back of the paper with a blunt object. I used a bone folder, but a spoon would work just as well. Voila! You have just done a graphite transfer.

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Then, just simply paint over the transfer. I added some daisies for fun, too!
Put them in frames (if you want) and hang them up!

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Do you want to try this at some point? Pin it!

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3 Bad Words

I’ve been known to use a few bad words in my life. Actually, I think a well-timed, well-placed bad word can be quite effective. There are times that it is simply the best way to get your point across. That being said, I don’t typically use bad words on a day to day basis. You know, the whole kids-are-always-listening thing.

There are other not-bad words I use that have gotten a nasty reputation. Which is a shame because they are vital to three areas of my life that I am extremely passionate about: my faith, my marriage, and my children.

 


 

My faith requires obedience.

This feels uncomfortable. It’s ok to use that word when we are talking about our children, but as an adult this seems preposterous. I’ve paid my dues. Now that I’m all grown up I can do whatever I want to do.

…to obey is better than sacrifice… (1 Samuel 15:22, ESV)

There is a quote by Timothy Keller that says, “If your god never disagrees with you, you might just be worshipping an idealized version of yourself.” Insert punch into gut. Sometimes I need to be confronted with truth. And sometimes that truth may require me to make a change. Our thoughts and actions have consequences, good and bad. Anything that we do has an effect on others. We may say, “It’s my life I can do what I want,” but what about the child, or spouse, or even stranger that feels the ripple of that decision.

The Lord requires obedience so that our lives will be blessed, not hindered. I don’t limit the amount of sugar my children consume because I want to hinder their lives. I limit it because I want them to live a fuller, healthier life and enjoy more things. I don’t put boundaries on how far they go in the backyard because I want to control them. They have boundaries so they don’t run into a copperhead snake or mountain lion (I know, crazy life we live). Likewise, the Lord places boundaries in my life to protect me.

My marriage requires submission.

This feels icky. What a horrible thing to ask of a wife. It seems like this could lead to abuse. As women we have fought for our rights. I don’t want someone, even my husband, telling me what I can or cannot do.

Wives, submit to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord. (Colossians 3:18, ESV)

Isolating this single scripture doesn’t make me feel any better. Let’s add the next one, shall we?

Husbands, love your wives, and do not be harsh with them. (Colossians 3:19, ESV)

There, I like that one much better. I really like how both of these are written in The Message:

Wives, understand and support your husbands by submitting to them in ways that honor the Master. Husbands, go all out in love for your wives. Don’t take advantage of them.

To be submissive to my husband is respecting his decisions and supporting him in that process. Being supportive does not mean saying, “Yes, dear” to whatever he wants to do. Being supportive is asking questions to help him think something through, or providing suggestions if he needs help. Being supportive is encouraging him to take the next step, or warning him that something doesn’t seem right. And then sometimes being supportive is knowing when to keep thoughts to myself and let him figure something out on his own.

In my husband and mine’s relationship, everything gets discussed. And if we ever are at an impasse and can’t come to an agreement, that is when I take a deep breath and let it go. I’m showing my husband respect by trusting his decision. And in return, he goes “all out in love” for me.

My children require discipline.

This feels harsh. All children behave this way, it’s just how they are. I want them to experience a full life. I want them to learn independence and be free thinkers.

Let’s revisit Colossians again.

Children, obey your parents in everything, for this pleases the Lord. (Colossians 3:20, ESV)

And again, let’s add the next verse.

[Parents], do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged. (Colossians 3:21, ESV)

To discipline our children does not mean to punish them all the time. It means to train them. Sometimes training is simply having a discussion, and sometimes it is working through a consequence. We have to train them to do everything, right? How to hold a spoon, how to drink, how to walk, how to use the toilet, how to spell, how to ride a bike, how to tie their shoes. So why do we think that they do not have to be trained to be polite, to be kind, to be generous, to be considerate, to be thankful, to forgive, to trust. These things do not come natural. We all want our children to be independent thinkers, but without training, their thinking can develop into only focusing on themselves.

Whenever I have to confront my oldest, now 8 years old, on why he shouldn’t behave a certain way, I explain to him that I am not scolding him. I am teaching him what is appropriate, and how to love others, and how to be respectful. I am not training his behavior, I am training his heart. This leads to him thinking through situations on his own. This teaches him how to grow and become a considerate, independent free thinker.

Now, when my son was younger we could not take this approach. It is not fair to expect a 2 or 3 year old to understand the concept of heart issues. Yes, they are talked about, but there is also a concrete consequence that comes along with the discussion. This teaches them that their are consequences to our actions. Our entire lives we have to deal with the consequences of our decisions.

I truly do not enjoy discipling my children. Training is not easy, it is sacrificial. But isn’t that a wonderful way to show that we love them?

 


 

So gosh-darnit-fiddlesticks! Important things in life take work. But doing what is uncomfortable in the present can lead to a future of positive results. Don’t be afraid of using these bad words!

Have you experienced the positives of using these bad words? Please share by commenting below or joining the conversation on the Facebook page.

xoxo

 

 

 

In Her Corner, episode 4

This is a series to learn about different moms and their different situations. Through interviewing these women and sharing their stories I hope that we can all have a better understanding and appreciation of each other. Hopefully we can support and encourage her “in her corner.”



 

Who She Is…

 

She is a working mom of one child who has been diagnosed with Sensory Processing Disorder. Her work schedule as a pilot is consistent in the fact that it is never consistent. Some weeks she is only gone one night, other weeks she is away for multiple days. She loves to cook, and to be on the go, but has had to sacrifice these parts of herself in order to care for her son, who is in kindergarten.

She explains her son’s condition as not being able to process information the way other people do. His body takes in and receives all information all the time. He isn’t able to filter out information that is not necessary. He sees everything, feels everything, hears everything, and his body sometimes can’t handle all that it is processing. He is constantly bouncing between being over-stimulated and under-stimulated. 

He takes everything she says very literally, so she has to be very careful how she talks to him, and to be very specific. She has learned to avoid certain situations so that he does not become over-stimulated and experience a complete meltdown.

“Target is the worst place ever. All the lights would send him on overdrive. It was too much, he couldn’t handle it.”

The first clue that there was a problem was shortly after birth. He was born at a normal weight, but was having difficulty nursing and lost a considerable amount of weight that took him a month to regain. She began to supplement with formula, but he was still not growing at the rate the doctors hoped to see. It took several tries to find a formula that he would accept, and she found that it had to be at a certain temperature. By nine months he had begun some solid foods but it wasn’t enough to gain weight. From 9-12 month he did not gain any weight at all. They then began to investigate if he was failure to thrive, or if his body was just not able to process calories. She was becoming desperate, even resorting to feeding him ice cream just so he would eat something.

“It was hard, that whole first year. I was a new mom, everybody is telling me that babies will cry when they want to eat, but my baby didn’t cry for food, so we put him on a schedule, and even still he wasn’t into food.”

Their doctor was able to get them in with an Occupational Therapist and that was when they got the diagnosis. They were finally able to put together all the pieces. Looking back they were able to see that he had this from birth. Currently, eating is still a struggle. They only have a few foods that he will accept. They may gain an item, but then lose another.

Physically, he struggles to know where his body is in space. This means he needs a lot of physical pressure and heavy work. He is often bumping or pushing into other people, which usually ends up being her.

Going into kindergarten, he was not (and still not completely) potty trained. By the second week of school she noticed that he was wet when she went to pick him up. They have gone to see more specialists, and are thankfully getting close to resolution. His body cannot always process the sense of needing to go. Once he does feel the urge there is not always enough notice to get to the toilet in time. He wants to be able to control it but can’t.

“At one point things were going so well. We had been 3 weeks with no accidents! And then we had 5 accidents in a row. I had to pick that weight back up, and manage it again. I’ve been managing the potty every day for 4 years.”

He is gradually learning his body. He is beginning to be able to know and give his body what it needs. This could include quiet alone time, listening to music, or jumping on the trampoline.

What her days look like…

Because of her work schedule, it is difficult to have consistency in their family schedule, and they have to be flexible. It would be easier if they could be more consistent, but that is not an option, so they try to consistent in the areas that they can be. This means her husband puts their son to bed at night even if she is home since there are many nights that she is away.

She has to manage everything. Even though her schedule is the inconsistent one, she is the one that drives the consistency that he requires. She is constantly managing his nutritional intake, whether or not he needs to use the restroom, and making sure his schedule is not over-stimulating him.

It was difficult to find the school that was the right fit for him. First, they wanted to send him to a small school, but it had too many transitions throughout the day which  included having to walk outside between buildings. In this situation he would have had to process a change in temperature, a change in environment, and a change in smells. The school they settled on is actually a very sterile environment. Most people would think it was boring, but it works for him so that he is able to focus. They knew he needed an environment with as few distractions as possible.

His school has been wonderfully supportive and willing to work with him. Sometimes he needs to stand to do his work, or carry a heavy backpack to the office. The teacher has given him permission that he doesn’t need to raise his hand and ask for permission to go use the restroom. During rest time he is allowed to spend time in restroom.

“When you have a child with special needs, you can be overly hard on yourself. You think you should be doing more, or you are a bad parent because your child is not excelling in some of the basic things, like going to the potty!”

What her strengths are…

She is thankful that organization and structure come naturally to her, since this is vital to his success.

What she struggles with…

When he was younger she often felt judged by others because of her son’s behavior and has even lost friends because of it. Sometimes he comes across as rude, or will throw a tantrum in public. It’s difficult because you can’t actually see that there is anything wrong. If people really knew what he was having to do to function everyday, they would probably be amazed.

She wishes she was able to read his brain. It seems that his rules are constantly changing in his world, and he gets angry with her when she doesn’t do something the way he wants it to be done.

“He wanted his sandwich cut a certain direction, but I cut a different direction, and he had a meltdown. He can lose it over something so little.”

She struggles with all that she has had to sacrifice in order to keep him from becoming over-stimulated. She misses being able to just go and do and be social. She struggles with how little he eats and that it is not as healthy as it should be. She struggles with knowing how to discipline him, trying to distinguish between the condition and just plain old bad behavior.

What her fears are…

It’s difficult to watch your child be different. She wonders if he is going to be an outcast, or an outsider. She wants him to be accepted socially. She wants him to have good friends that accept him for who he is.

She also fears that her son is going to grow up with a mother that constantly says, “Stop touching me.” And wonders how that will affect him.

“He’s not coming up and giving me hugs. He is hitting me or running into me, or crashing into me. I’m in a state of fight all day long.”

What her joys are…

She loves watching his mind work and seeing how he processes things. He can get fixated on certain things, but then he ends up knowing a lot about a particular topic. When he is enjoying something, there is nothing brighter.

He can also be very adventurous. He loves going places. He just may not participate when they get there.

What she does to stay sane…

“I run!”

She makes sure that she takes time to recharge and makes time to spend with friends without her son being there. She leans on her husband to take over when she is at her max. And going to work helps her stay sane too.

What she wants you to know…

She wishes people understood that there is not an easy fix. She feels like people think that she has all of this made up in her head or that he will simply grow out of it. She wants people to see that he is an amazing kid that just thinks differently. She doesn’t want him to be judged because it’s not something he can control. She wants others to understand that we are all dealing with something and we are all unique.

She doesn’t want to be seen as a bad parent.

“I’m struggling just like everyone else to handle whatever life brings.”

She wishes people would be more accepting of people for who they are. Support other moms, who might be struggling, by telling them that they are doing a good job and are an awesome parent.

And finally, ask questions, don’t give advice.

“People would tell me just put the food in front of him, and that he’ll eat it if he’s hungry enough. No, no he won’t. He’ll starve himself and go to the hospital, but thanks for the advice anyway.”



Oh mommas! We never really know what others are dealing with. Let’s encourage one another, support one another, and love one another. Hang in there momma, you got this!

I learned so much from listening to this momma’s story. Let’s spread the encouragement by sharing her story with others.

Are you a momma that needs encouragement? Do you know someone that needs someone in her corner? I would love to meet her! Please feel free to contact me and we can chat.

xoxo

 

A Beautiful Romance

By the time I graduated from college, the phrase, “I love you” no longer meant anything. The words became cheap, and that made me sad. I made a vow to myself that the next time I would say those words, it would be to the man I was going to marry.

Thus began a great romance. Not between myself and yet another guy, but between myself and the Lord. I began to “date” Jesus. Does that sound strange? It shouldn’t. The bible calls the church (that would you and me) his “bride.” And what is more romantic than being at a wedding and watching the groom’s face when his bride enters and begins to walk toward her love? Picture it!! There is Jesus, his face beaming, full of admiration as you are approaching him. The thought gets me all teary eyed and so excited that I want to jump up and down and run to him and be embraced in his arms.

During this romance I would imagine the qualities that I desired in my future husband: Bold, strong, confident, kind, gentle. Jesus is all of these things. And I would think about things I would want my spouse to do for me. I wanted him to sing me songs. And I would notice as I was walking into a building a bird chirping in the tree, and I thought, “Wow, Jesus just sang me a song!” And I wanted him to bring me flowers. And I began noticing the most beautiful wild flowers, and I thought, “Thank you Jesus for bringing me flowers!” And I wanted him to listen to me, to hear all my hopes and dreams and not judge me for them. And I began to share my deepest thoughts with Jesus and I felt total acceptance.

I truly fell in love with Jesus. When I think back to that time, it was full of sweetness and tenderness. Before that time, I had settled. I had believed the lie that I was not good enough to be with a good man. But then…Then I chose to believe the truth. And the truth was, if Jesus (the truly perfect man) wanted me and was willing to die for me, then I am good enough to be treated well and loved by a good man on earth.

A godly man will be bold in his pursuit of a godly lady. He will stand up for her. He will respect her. He will desire to protect her heart before having her body. And this godly lady did get pursued by a godly man. And he did sing her songs and bring her flowers. And he did listen to her deepest hopes and fears and loved her for them. And even though this life has had it’s shares of trials and difficult times, there is no one I would rather do life with.

The truth is: I was worth pursuing. And here is the truth that remains to stand strong: I am still worth pursuing. Jesus still pursues me. I am still desirable. I am still beautiful. I continue to share my heart with Him. I continue to lean on Him. Goodness knows, I wouldn’t be able to stand sometimes if I didn’t. And I’m still worth being pursued by my husband. The romance continues regardless of jobs, children, mortgages, or illness.

Dear momma, you are worth pursuing, you are desirable, you are beautiful. And if you find yourself in a loveless marriage, please know that Jesus will always find you to be lovely. It’s never too late to begin your own beautiful romance.

xoxo

 

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How to Reuse Old Curtains

When the little girl was born, we actually had her set up in my closet. I know that sounds funny, but my closet is about the same size as my oldest son’s first bedroom. I loved having her in there. It was close so I could hear her, but not right next to me so I wouldn’t wake up with every little grunt. But alas, the time came to move her alllllllll the way down the hall, so far away from us.

This room was originally my second son’s room. We moved our two boys into the same bedroom last April to make room for the baby, and eventually for the children we adopt. I had put off redecorating the room, because I was unsure of what our sleeping arrangements would be, since I’ve been unsure of what our children situation would be. But the time came. I couldn’t put it off any longer. We painted the room a pale yellow, and accented it with warm grays, browns, and mint green.

Existing in the room was black, blackout curtains. They do a decent job of blocking the sun, but they are not so pretty and definitely did not go with my color theme. Since I was able to find the perfect fabric, I decided to revamp the blackout curtains. This way they were pretty, blocked the sun, and I didn’t have to waste perfectly good blackout curtains. They’re expensive!!

 

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How To Do It

Let me start by saying, I am NOT a seamstress. I know how to make my sewing machine needle go up and down. And I can change the bobbin by looking it up in the manual. Every. Single. Time. So if I can do this, you can do this, provided you also have a sewing machine you know how to make work.

 

This is one of the panels. Ugly, right?
I mean, I never even bothered to get the wrinkles out of it.

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I used 2 1/2 yards of fabric per panel, leaving plenty of extra at the top and bottom.

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Fold over the edge, just a little, and iron. Do this on all four sides.

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Sew (aka, make the needle go up and down) all four sides.

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Lay panel on top of fabric.
Fold over edges, pin, and iron.
I used a towel on the floor for this part,
that way I could keep it smooth and flat.

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Sew the two long sides.

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Fold over top and bottom approximately 3 inches,
or enough space to slide the curtain rod.

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Sew along top and bottom.
Don’t forget to leave enough room for the rod!!

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Iron out those wrinkles!!

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Voila!!
Nothing fancy, but I’m super happy with how they turned out.

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