march of {lots of} dimes.

imagesRecently, my husband returned from the mailbox with an envelope from the March of Dimes. Curiously, enclosed he found an actual dime. I started thinking. How many people did the March of Dimes send fundraising letters to? And did they enclose a dime in every single one? And who was the poor soul who had to collect all of the said dimes to mail out? Let’s imagine the March of Dimes, whose cause I support, (not financially, just philosophically) sent letters to six million Americans. Forgive me for not providing the math here (I’m sure most of you just did it yourself), but that’s a lot of dollars. Dollars that could be spent on research and education. How ironic is it to ask people to donate to your cause (I’m not knocking it, I’m just trying to provide some logic here), and then send THEM money?! (which, by the way, I’m sure wasn’t cheap to mail!) March of [lots of] Dimes: just keep your dimes. Better yet, keep your dollars. Don’t exchange them for dimes in the first place. Though, I guess you do deserve a thank you. I just put the dime in Lincoln’s piggy bank. I guess all that’s left now is to ask: Did you receive the same envelope from March of Dimes? And did you keep the dime?

P.S. While googling an image of the dime, Google autopopulated “dimebag Darrell”. I have no idea who this is, but maybe my next blog entry will feature him. Don’t count on it, though. (I bet you’re going to Google “dimebag Darrell” now. Go ahead. Get it out of your system.)


everything under the sun

I’m going to go ahead and assume that you clicked on the link above. And that you actually read the entire passage. If you didn’t, go back and do it. Really. I’ll wait.

So, I’ve been pondering this passage for months. It is widely believed to have been written by Solomon, but some Bible scholars say it’s unknown. For the sake of this entry, let’s assume it is Solomon.

When everything transpired with Lincoln in Martha’s Vineyard (I do and will continue to refer to this a lot. It was life-altering. A real defining moment in my life. I can’t think of anything that has changed me more. Besides finding Jesus), I found myself reading this Ecclesiastical passage and feeling much the same way as Solomon felt. I would log onto Facebook (why, I don’t know), and I would literally think “this is all so meaningless!” When you fear losing your baby, not having answers and questioning your ability to carry your child, you gain new perspective. Thank God. Only eternal things become significant. Things like wearing makeup in public (which, admittedly, I used to actually think was important) and wondering what someone thinks about your life, the decisions you make or don’t make, become REALLY unimportant, not to mention time-consuming. I can’t even fathom how many times I gave away my power. To Mary Kay and Clinique, to my family and friends, to some of Matt’s family, to church members, to way TOO MANY PEOPLE. I thought I was authentic. That was until I realized I only have a certain amount of time on this earth. I better choose Who and what I’m living for. And start being real.

I think that’s what Solomon found too. That things like careers, cars, houses, clothes, even the arts, history, time, all of it, meaningless! No one will remember us. We won’t do anything WORTH remembering. I couldn’t agree more.

But here’s where I disagree with Solomon. And trust me, I’ve questioned whether it’s even right to disagree with someone from the Bible. It feels almost blasphemous. But Solomon wasn’t sinless. He was human just like me.

Parenting isn’t meaningless. Solomon asks the question: “Is there anything of which one can say, “Look! This is something new”? It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time.” To which I respond, YES! This IS something new! There never has been, nor will there ever be again, a chubby-cheeked, curious-minded, suspicious-looking, strong-legged, milk-loving baby Lincoln. My “eye never has enough of seeing, nor [my] ear its fill of hearing.” Raising children is kingdom work. And if we’re doing it right-ish, we’re praying day and night. For immunity from sickness, for a happy heart, for a healthy mind, for a love for Jesus, for naps that get missed, for nights that are hard. For everything under the sun.

But Solomon, just so there are no hard feelings, I do agree with one more thing you said. “For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief.” I know this is true. Because when I google “sleep regression” or “teething” or “cry it out” or “pick up/put down”, I almost always come away feeling sorrowful and grieved. Solomon, if you were alive today, I’d venture to guess that “google” would be on your list of things that are meaningless. And I’d probably have to agree with you. Just so I wouldn’t be on your bad side.

G’day friends!

This is a big one!

So, this day comes around every year (December 31st!) and it holds so much weight, so much anticipation and expectation. We reflect on the past year (or two, or three) and promise to do better in the upcoming year. While it’s true that we can’t know where we are headed until we know where we’ve been, we give ourselves WAY TOO MUCH credit for what happens in our lives. Sure, life is a series of choices. And those choices determine our path. Kind of. But, if I’m honest, I think I just have to do the very best to be the best “me” that I can, prayerfully and earnestly seeking God in all things, and trying to give Him the glory and praise no matter what happens in the next season of life. I had no idea 2013 would hold so many life-altering events. So much change. A little sadness. Mostly happiness. But these things happened BEYOND my control. Last New Year’s Eve, I could have purposed to do better, be better, live better, and choose wisely, but ultimately, it was still in God’s perfect plan that our babymoon be cut short, that I endure 8 weeks of bedrest (some of the most meaningful time spent with the Lord that I’ve ever had), that I give my pregnancy, health, life, and my sweet baby’s life over to Jesus. It’s all His anyway. So, I guess what I’m saying is: resolutions are ridiculous. Every morning we wake up, we should strive to be the best that day. To be where Jesus calls us to be when He calls us. To be open and willing to experience the cost that almost always accompanies growth and strength and faith and trust. Stop resolving. Decisions made in one fleeting moment because of pressure or expectation will never stick. Just be the best “you” today. And then do it again tomorrow. And if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Oh, and forgive yourself along the way. You’re guaranteed to fail. Happy New Year’s Eve friends! May 2014 be a year of thriving and striving to do the Lord’s work, to have eyes and hearts for the kingdom and lost souls, and to live a life worthy of the cross and the sacrifice made there.


So I’ve been thinking about #mcm, which stands for “Man Candy (Crush) Monday”.. Lots of girls use this opportunity to post photos of their actual boyfriends/fiancés/husbands. I understand that you should totally “crush” on your husband, which I would do if I were fifteen to twenty years younger. (Isn’t that when the term “crush” was popular?) But, if we’re going to call it Man CANDY or Man CRUSH Monday, shouldn’t we all just be totally realistic and dare to dream? I mean, I’m married. Happily. But here goes.. Maybe if I start, others will follow. Stop posting pictures of your current beau. Stop being so boring and predictable. Here’s my #mcm. (My first AND last..)

**Disclaimer: My husband has seen this blog entry. No, he is not mad.

So this is it..

Hey folks! Or should I say folk? It’s entirely presumptuous to believe that more than one person has stopped by to take a gander..And that one person is likely me. But in the event that you’ve stopped by, welcome! I guess? Maybe you’re hoping to catch a glimpse of the train wreck that is me starting a blog since I’ve decided to delete my facebook account. Ok, that’s fair. In fact, I have no idea what html even stands for. BUT, alas! Here we are.. I’ve decided to delete my facebook page for a number of reasons. Mainly, the Lord has been speaking to me for quite some time about removing myself from the online social networking site, and I always justified my reasons for staying: “My posts typically have something to do with You.” “if I could just reach one person with my posts..” “I don’t post that many pictures of my son..” But God wasn’t letting me off the hook. I knew He was speaking to me about removing it from my life. Bummer! The things we do in the name of Jesus! 🙂 Not only that, but Facebook has the capacity to enrage and infuriate me, and make me feel deep, dark, stored-away emotions otherwise reserved for disappointing Project Runway outcomes. Something that has that much power over me can’t be productive (or godly!). And lastly, I figure a person can’t copy what they can’t see. I have my own ideas, my own way of doing things, and I like to be my own person. It feels like I’ve been robbed when someone comes after me and “steals” my brainchildren! I hope you all will stick around. I have no clue what this blog is even about. I guess it will depend on the day and what I feel like sharing. I hope I don’t disappoint you! if there’s even a “you” out there… 🙂 Below, you’ll find a list of things I WON’T miss seeing on Facebook:

1. Friend Requests from people I don’t know, used to know or don’t care to know anymore.
2. Sponsored ads. Is that because Facebook started trading publicly? Whatever the reason, it was annoying. Even more so when the ads were targeted. Like, when I googled new shoes for Matt for Christmas. And then, magically, Facebook had an ad for the exact same pair..
3. 356 status updates from the same person in one hour.
4. People who post lovey dovey statuses (I am guilty..HOWEVER!) but there’s nothing new or clever about them. It’s the same old “I’m so lucky..” or “He’s amazing, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me..” Please, please..if you’re going to swoon for the world to read, be creative. Or at least not cliché.
And last, but certainly not least:
5. SHARES. (with the exception of Ann Voskamp, Proverbs 31 Ministries, parenting blogs/articles, e-cards that actually made me laugh..ok, so I just really won’t miss the shares that don’t pertain to me..or the ones that have 1,343,565,423,432 likes because a cat nestled into a cereal box and everyone thinks it’s just “precious”..)

G’day friends. Thanks for stopping by!