Pep Talks

Before Evan & I got married, we took part in some pre-marital counseling with a pastor. It was an awesome experience (of what I can remember. These days, I hardly remember anything from the day before.), and I still think about the things we discussed back then. We took a personality assessment of sorts, and one of my favorite nuggets from it was my husband’s confidence rating. He literally was off the charts, confidence so high that the bar graph couldn’t hardly contain it. (I’m slightly exaggerating.) But, it was funny and true of the guy I married. He knows who he is, and he doesn’t have any shame. It’s a quality I admire so much in him, a confidence in his identity as a man, in his Creator, and in our marriage. When I’m unsure, I can rely on his assurance.

But, that was a little over four years ago. We were pretty naive back then, and a lot of life events throughout our marriage have changed us, mostly for the better. Evan is still certain of himself. I, however, have noticed that I struggle more than ever in knowing myself. In knowing my confidence. In knowing that the photos of me only four years ago really are of the same woman I am today. Well, actually, they aren’t. A lot of life has changed my soul.Continue reading “Pep Talks”

Pregnancy Update: Servanthood

This weekend was not the best one. I spent an uncomfortable amount of it sick, while Evan took care of me. I hope he gets special recognition in heaven for loving me so well; the past two years, he’s spent some serious time nursing me back to health through three pregnancies. My jaw drops in my mind when I think about three pregnancies in two years (one ectopic, one birth in 2013, and one birth to come this year). Praising the Lord today for the great man I married.Continue reading “Pregnancy Update: Servanthood”

The Greatest Adventure: Our Life

Seven months ago when my husband lost his job, he jumped feet first into his own graphic design business. It’s the scariest/best thing we’ve ever done. The client base, however, wasn’t quite there and the knowledge about small business anything wasn’t there either. We walked blind, open arms, trusting the One who called us.Continue reading “The Greatest Adventure: Our Life”

2015: Being Fearless in My Terror

A couple of weeks ago, I told a friend that I don’t normally make goals, mostly because I’m afraid of not achieving them. And I have a tendency to lose sight of the goal itself, becoming far too intertwined with the circumstances of life. But this year I’ve changed that, hoping that I can maintain focus. It may be the extreme nesting instinct brought on by pregnancy, but I’m feeling super motivated, so I’m rolling with it! (Because I probably won’t feel quite as motivated come April.)Continue reading “2015: Being Fearless in My Terror”

Joy Complete

We proclaim to you what we have seen and heard, so that you also may have fellowship with us. And our fellowship is with the Father and with his Son, Jesus Christ. We write this to make our joy complete.
1 John 1:3-4

I write often about being a mom, small business-ing, being married. I write about things that are consistently in my face and demand my attention. Bringing others (outside of the people in my home) into the fellowship of Jesus Christ? That’s not my main goal every day. And I wish it was.Continue reading “Joy Complete”

2015: Being Fearless

Pray also for me, that whenever I open my mouth, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should.
Ephesians 6:19-20

I’m not ashamed to admit that yesterday I googled the phrase “organization for the wife of a small business owner”. I considered typing in “organization for the wife of a small business owner who is also the stay-at-home-mom of three boys under the age of three and how to maintain motivation and sanity”, but I figured my results would be few and far in-between. In any case, I found close to nothing as far as advice.Continue reading “2015: Being Fearless”

Bought

I came across a photo on Instagram with the caption, “The delay does not mean that He will not make mountains move.”

I wouldn’t consider this moment in time as a delay. It feels more like an inconvenient time wrapped up in a trying of patience. It feels like waiting is a tortuous game, patience is a taunt.

But the delay does not mean that he will not make mountains move. Do you believe that?

Do you know who bought you? And do you know at what cost?Continue reading “Bought”