Five Minute Friday- ALONE


Five Minute Friday- Linking up with my sisters hosted by Kate Motaung.  A time to let go of edits and specifics and let the words flow.  Each Friday a new writing prompt is given and the timer is set.  Ready…


My mind is constantly blown by all the things you can learn from a little one who is less than two years old.  His three foot nothing, 30 pound frame is one smart cookie.  I may be a tad biased, but our boy knows a thing or two.  Over this past week I have marveled at the confidence in his voice when he calls out for me or his dad.

When he awakes in the morning we hear, “Momma, Momma, Daddy, Daddy, Momma…”  He is up, and he knows he is not alone all he has to do is call our names and we show up at his door.

When I am straightening the house or checking an item off of my to-do list and little man needs a drink or snack he calls, “Drink, Momma.  Drink.” I hear his feet across the living room floor as he searches for me folding clothes in our bedroom.  He may not have been able to see me, but he knew he was not alone.

While enjoying the morning sunshine he runs around the house digging in dirt and finding rocks, bugs, and who knows what else along the way.  “Momma, momma…” He says with sweaty face as he holds hands covered in mulch up to my face.  He didn’t look to see if I was there before he said my name, he knows I am always there.  I’m his momma, I’m not going to leave him alone.

If my crazy energized toddler can cry out to me with confidence knowing he is never alone, why is it I sometimes struggle to approach my Heavenly Father with the same confidence?

Let’s approach Him with confidence, as he says…”The Great I AM, The LORD is here…”

This song has been on repeat in my car this week and sparked the direction of this post, it’s hard to beat Rend Collective.

Boldly I Approach 


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Retreat Season!


I have a condition.  A condition that affects the way I spend my time.  It affects the things I think about.  It affects my hours, days, and weeks.  While it is a self diagnosed condition, I have received a great deal of confirmation from my dear sweet hubby and other close family and friends.  I have fomo.

The Fear OMissing Out.

I get recharged by being around others.  There are few things better to me than quality time with those I care about (which usually consists of good food and lots of talking!)  I am usually, almost always, up for some form of a social event.

Can you relate?

Maybe you have not quite reached the fomo status, but still the thought of a good ol’ fashioned get together with some sweet girlfriends sounds appealing to you.  If so, let me tell you about an upcoming retreat that has the social side of me about ready to burst!

Friday evening, September 25 and Saturday, September 26 the ladies of Central, Corbin are hosting a women’s retreat.  Although it’s been more than 8 years since I was a Corbin resident, I have been blessed with the opportunity to get to attend this special event.  And well…


If you have been/are a part of the family of Central (and are female, sorry fellas) I would love to invite you to make plans to attend this special weekend.

If you are reading this right now and thinking…”Hmm…I wonder if this retreat would be for me or not…”

The answer is YES!  Yes, 1,000 times.

The weekend will consist of time spent in the Word together, good food, lots of girl talk, laughter, and a whole lot more.

College girls, keep this weekend open.  Young singles, schedule time off work.  Momma’s, it’s less than 24 hours, let those dads handle the kids.  Beautifully Seasoned ladies, how can you say no to a little get away?

Consider this your personal invite (yes, YOU!)

For more information on the retreat and how you can get signed up, contact the office at Central Baptist, Corbin, 523-0715.  Feel free to shoot me a message if you have any questions.  I so hope to see you there!

Just writing this has made me even more excited!  Come on September 25…

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21 Weeks…


My Sweet Baby Girl,

You are teaching me so much right now, and there is no doubt we have only just begun.  This week, carrying you, has been a gift.  A gift I pray I never take for granted.  As I read in my Expecting book tonight, I learned this week you are adding fat to your bones to protect you when you enter this world.  (Momma is adding some fat to her bones this week too…)  As I think about your body changing to protect itself out in this world, I cannot help but think about how much I desire to protect you my sweet girl.

Can I tell you something?  Sometimes I want to protect you and your brother so much, I get distracted and fail to remember some things are beyond my control.

The Lord has chosen me to be your momma, BUT He is the one who is writing your story.

He is knitting you together exactly as He sees fit, no mistakes.

As I think about your growth, I think about your precious little heart.  I have been praying for your heart this week my girl.

I am praying as you grow you will develop a healthy and strong heart.  I am praying that from a very young age you will give your heart to Christ and seek Him first in all you do.  I am praying that you learn to love others with all your heart, even if it hurts.  I am praying that one day you will find the man God has chosen for you to open your heart up to.  (Not too soon though, I don’t know if your daddy could handle it.)

Sometimes, okay a lot of times, with all these prayers I have for you, I begin to worry.  My desire to protect is stronger than my ability to recognize the one who is our protector.

Do you know what’s so neat?  God is already using you to help me fall more in love with Him.  The changes that will come and have already come in our family from having you in it, has made me run to the God who never changes.

God has helped me to see, through your sweet life, that no matter what, He is enough.

More than enough…

We had a girls Sunday at church this morning.  Daddy stayed home with your brother who is not feeling too good right now, so it was just me and you who went to church.  It was nice being just mom and daughter.  I look forward to many of these moments.

As we worshipped this morning, we sang these words:

Through every trial my soul will sing, no turning back I’ve been set free.  Christ is enough for me.  Christ is enough for me.  Everything I need is in you, everything I need.

Is God not the coolest?  These words are exactly what He has been teaching me this week.  He is our protector.  He is the one who is holding everything together.  He is everything you or I need.

I’m claiming that truth and resting in it this week baby girl.  Will you join me?

Oh, sorry for the crazy picture of your brother and me.  He heard me ask your daddy to take a picture of me and my belly, so of course his belly needed to be in the picture too.  Never a dull moment.

Happy 21 Weeks to You!

Here’s a version of the song from church this morning for all my fellow music lovers:

Christ is Enough

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20 Weeks


We have officially reached the halfway point of this pregnancy journey.

Please excuse me while I sit down and try to catch my breath, this is absolutely FLYING by.

At only 20 weeks in the womb, our little girl is all girl.  She is known by her Creator as He continues to knit her together.

It is a relief to me to know my Heavenly Father knows my girl.  He knows her inner workings and he knows the days that await her.  He even knows her name.  (I’m sure glad someone does!)

We spent this weekend in my hometown visiting family.  A little end of summer reunion if you will.  I was able to spend time with my two precious neices (1 & 3).  The pink, sparkles, and bubbly personalities  from these two girls was too much.  Colby loved every second with his cousins.

As I watched him play with these girls I became excited about the days to come…

He is going to be a great big brother to a little sister.

He’s just sweet enough, while still being all boy as he crashes into barbies with his matchbox cars (we all know that’s what you’re supposed to do with toy cars).  It is going to be some journey as we discover first hand just what it is that little boys and girls are made of.

And, because I almost forgot to take a baby bump picture today, here’s a very “real” shot of Colby and I during his bath tonight:


Do you see that smirk on lil’ man?  I don’t believe he could possibly be made of slugs & snails & puppy dog tails…then again…that little rhyme may be on to something.


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19 Weeks…and 1 Day


So, I’m a day behind on my weekly “bump” update.  But, who is counting?  I think it is safe to say that motherhood won yesterday.  I got out of bed ready to take Colby and I to church (Trey has had to work a retreat this weekend) and only a few minutes into getting ready I noticed my vision was playing tricks on me.

It had happened.  I was in the beginning stages of a migraine.  I do not get these often, but I do in times when I’ve allowed myself to be stressed.  College finals, wedding planning, pregnancy what if’s, you know…all those “calm times” in life.  So my very gracious husband stepped into action and took Colby to work with him yesterday morning so I could have a two hour nap. Glory!

Later that afternoon when it was time for Colby’s nap…I went down again…another two hours!

It was a day of sweet reminders that it is okay to “turn it off.”  I don’t have to have our daughters name picked out tomorrow.  I don’t have to have a spotless house (or even a semi-spotless house.)  I don’t have to have all the answers of how our family is going to operate now that summer has come to an end.  You name it…I had been dwelling on it. And yes, stressing over it (uh oh.)

19 weeks in (basically halfway!) and time has seemed like it is flying by!

I am pretty tired…all the time.  Tell me mommas, will this be my story for at least the next 18 years or more?

My bump is growing, growing to the point that I just feel…large.  You know, my hips feel big, my stomach feels big, my face feels big.  It’s all okay.  It’s what is supposed to happen.  But this week alone, I have felt it.  Colby officially wallers me like a mad man trying to find a way to get comfortable on my lap…it’s just not happening.

I also find myself wanting to stop every 3 or 4 year old girl I pass in the grocery store and ask her what her name is.  But, at risk of being creepy, I restrain.  You better believe though if Colby meets eyes with her and says “Hi…”  I take it as an open door to say, “This is Colby, what’s your name?”  Like that sneak attack?

I am trying to find time to exercise more.  It’s a game changer for me, it affects my attitude and overall energy level for the day.  It’s been difficult to make this a priority this pregnancy, and at risk of sharing 1,000 and 1 excuses, I’m trying to do better.

OH!  I am starting to feel kicks from our precious baby girl.  I did not feel Colby move at all until month 7 of pregnancy.  So, when I felt my first little taps from baby girl almost a week ago, I was shocked.  They are very gentle (at this time) almost like when someone gently pokes you on the arm to get your attention.  And, they do not happen all the time.  But, when I notice it, I can’t help but wonder…

Is she happy?  Has she just awakened from a peaceful rest?  Is she dancing to the music we have on the radio?

I’m thankful I had an in your face reminder yesterday that not only is everything OKAY, but things are actually quite GOOD.  A day on the couch doing absolutely nothing was just the recipe I needed to see…all is well.

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