Thursday, October 1, 2015

Just Show Up - Kara's Continued Blessings

I started my day by watching a video that Kara put out the day her second book was released, you can find it here: 

This may not have been the best thing for me to do since I have been really trying to not cry, lately. I do everything I can to move my focus from the things that will make me cry because it just exhausts me. I felt I needed to hear Kara’s voice day, the day for her third book release. It is such a bitter sweet day. I posted on Facebook a few weeks ago that I have never been so excited and so emotional over a book release. I delayed purchasing the book because I was afraid that it would just add to the sadness in my heart, in my life - it would add to the battle I am fighting against my sadness. (There is update on me below)

If by some chance you are new to my blog (or you skim and miss things) there were two women that the Holy Spirit worked through during the time I decided to tell my story. One of those women was Kara Tippetts. Sadly, I will never be able to tell Kara what she has done for me, how one talk almost 10 months ago changed everything. At least I will not be able to share my thankfulness with her on this side of Heaven. 

Even after Kara’s passing she is still blessing so many people and today we get blessed by her words, again, with the release of her third book, Just Show Up. 

Here is a snippet of the overview from Jill Lynn Buteyn’s website. She is Kara’s sweet friend that wrote this book along side her. 

In Just Show Up, Kara and her close friend, Jill Lynn Buteyn, write about what friendship looks like in the midst of changing life seasons, loads of laundry, and even cancer. Whether you are eager to be present to someone going through a difficult time or simply want inspiration for pursuing friends in a new way, this eloquent and practical book explores the gift of silence, the art of receiving, and what it means to just show up. {}

I encourage you to read this book and to share this book with others. Just as I encourage you to “meet” Kara if you haven’t yet. She has a beautiful friend who is keeping her legacy going on her blog:

I hope her words bless you as much as they have blessed me. 

Today, I am praying for Jill. I am also praying for Jason today and four their four children. I am quite sure this is just as bitter sweet for them. 

Just a quick update on me: I am fighting. I am fighting the devil’s foothold, the sadness, the anger - it will not win. I am taking the steps to get healthier, to heal, and to continue to share my story. I may be sitting in a time of sadness, but my fire is still burning - the fire to share God’s amazing grace with other women, to help my sisters who are waging the same war as I am. Thank you for those who have checked on me and that you for your prayers. 

Thursday, September 24, 2015

I Am Not As Strong As I May Appear

Really, not sure if I even appear strong to you, but that is the thought that ran through my mind as I sat at my desk crying, again. There are more days of tears lately then happiness. I can’t believe I just typed that. 

In an effort of being transparent as I walk this journey and as a plead for prayers I think it is time to tell you that I am still broken - I am still in pain. I really truly felt I was receiving healing through my writing, that I was embracing grace and forgiveness, but this past week has been horrible. I have picked fights with my husband, my children have seen me crying, I’ve slammed door and almost broken plates. I am not myself this week - I don’t think I have been for a month. 

I’ve asked myself over and over, “Why am I so depressed? What is going on?” Is it hormones, frustration, or do I just need to shower more often (keeping it real with y’all). Yesterday, I had a phone call with the co-founder of Silent No More Awareness and without even knowing her five minutes she got real with me - I need help to heal. Even though I have given my pain, regret, and shame to God, I need help. 

I think the first step to my healing is admitting that I am in pain. The headlines, the comments, the hashtags that were created this week are all too much for me to handle. I didn’t even realize that my scars were so raw still - I had plans to help other women, to show other women the power of forgiveness and grace never realizing that I again need to be reminded that I too am forgiven. 

The hardest thing that I have had to do in my life is forgiving myself. To forgive myself and to mean it. To forgive myself and to feel it, let it sink into my bones so that I can no longer question it. To feel so forgive that the devil can’t do this to me - he can’t get a foothold on my thoughts and my feelings. 

The lyrics of this song pulled at my heart a moment ago and wanted to share it with you, but I knew that I needed to tell you what is going on as I did. 

Earth has sorrow Heaven can’t heal…

And because I am still me (on my mission to help others) if you are finding this and are feeling my pain, then please watch this video: 

I also invite you to visit this site:

Someday I hope to tell Georgette in person how she helped me in one phone call that she really didn’t have to make. As you pray for me please pray for the women like me during this time.

For those you are strong in your Pro-Life Mission: I am fully aware that it may be difficult for you to pray for me and other women because of what we have done, but please know that I believe with all my heart that if we can get the women like me healed and able to share our message then we can be a huge impact in the war you are fighting. I heard Beth Moore say this week, “Nothing that sin can give us is worth what we are giving up” - I understand this, I feel this everyday and I hope to help other women to understand this before they take the same path I did. Know that I am not single case, there are countless women who have the same story I do - the same shame, the same regret and cry the same tears. 

Five Ideas to Make Getting Dinner on The Table Easier

As I finished my post on a Mom's Witching hour I thought I should have included the topic of Meal Planning to help with the stress during that time a day, so I decided to share with you my five ideas for getting dinner on the table easier. 

1. Meal Planning

The number one thing that helps me to ease the stress of making dinner is meal planning. My week goes so much smoother when I only have to go the store once and I know exactly what we are going to eat each night, but it does take some planning. 

First, you really need to know your schedule. When are your busy nights, when is it best to use your crockpot (see number three), and what night do think you can prepare a recipe that may take a few hours? I also make sure that I plan something that is fairly easy to make (or even leftovers see number four) on my trigger night. You know, the night where you are most likely to be exhausted and want to trade dinner prep for a drive through. 

So, where do you get your recipes? I am a huge user of pinterest and have a board dedicated for just main meals. As I see things that I think I will love I put them there, but I also have bloggers that I love getting recipes from, here are a couple:

Now, let’s talk about the fun part of Meal Planning - where to store your recipes. For years I had hug stacks of printed recipes, but for the past three years I have been meal planning through Google Calendar and it has been such a blessing. 

You will need to setup a gmail account if you do not already have one - don’t worry they are free and pretty easy to setup. And they are even easier to link to your iPhone or iPad - which is my life saving step. 

Here is a video on how to set up and use a menu on Google Calendar:

2. Meal Prep

Lately, a real stress saver has been to look at my recipes to see which part I could possibley do the morning (or even day) before. If you know that you have to have ground meat (beef) in a recipe, you can cook that in the morning, then all you have to do is add your other ingredients. This works with chicken, too. I found that recipes that require for me to have cooked chicken ready are the ones that will mostly likely get pushed aside for McDonald’s, so I try to have all that chicken cooked long before 5 pm. 

I even had one friend tell me she bought bulk ground beef, cooked it (some with taco seasoning) then frozen them in pound sized servings. All she would have to do is grab it from the freezer and pop it into a recipe. 

On my busiest day we are out of the house until dinner time, so I normally prefer a casserole on that day. I can set my oven to have a delayed started and with the cooking timer feature my oven will shut off and stop baking after the allotted time I set. Then, when we get home dinner is ready! It’s even more fun (ha! I don’t know why I get so excited about these things) when you can make the casserole like months in advance (say with leftover thanksgiving turkey) then freeze it - how easy would that make your day? 

3. Love Your Crockpot

There is so much you can cook in a crock pot from chicken breasts to even hotdogs. If you are busy with after school activities and sports then I suggest you build a relationship with your crockpot. You may want to spend a little more money and get one with a timer if you feel like you are out of the house way longer than 8 hours a day. Also, buy the liners for your crockpot! Trust me you do not want to spend the rest of the night scrubbing the crust of the sides of your crockpot after you have been out cheering your football player most of the night. 

4. Don’t Be Ashamed of Leftovers

Having a Leftovers Night is nothing to be ashamed of. I would start a warming up line to the microwave and then fill my counter with rubbermaid containers, hand the family some plates and say “serve yourself.” This usually happens in our house on Thursdays because the fridge is overflowing with containers and I am tired of being in the kitchen. 

5. Plan an At-Home “Date Night”

Why not fix the kids something easy (like leftovers) one night and feed them early. Then, make something special (that your kids probably won’t eat) for you and your husband. Eat in the fancy dinning room, use the good plates and have yourself a little date. My children are not normally in bed too early, but why not make it fun for them and let them have a movie night in your room or in the playroom. As they get older you can involve them to be your waiters or waitresses. 

Here is a great video that Meg at What’s Up Moms did on this topic: 

I really hope these steps help you, so your meal planning doesn’t wind up looking like this: 

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

The Eight Things I Blame on Kathleen Kelly

On this, the first day of Fall let us sit with our pumpkin spice lattes and talk about the eight things I blame on Kathleen Kelly. 

Do you find yourself asking, “Who is Kathleen Kelly?”

Kathleen Kelly is a noted children's author. For many years (beginning when she was six years old) she worked at the Manhattan children's bookstore The Shop Around the Corner, which was founded by her mother Cecilia Kelly. Kathleen inherited the store, and ran it until it closed after 42 years in business, primarily due to competition from a nearby Fox Books Superstore. (Source IMDB)

Now, some of you have already caught on that Kathleen Kelly is one of the main characters in the 1998 film, You’ve Got Mail. She was played by Meg Ryan and co-stared, again, with Tom Hanks (Joe Fox). 

Since my early twenties Kathleen (and/or this movie) has been responsible for many things in my life, here are just eight of the areas where she has changed me:

Number One: Craving Fall

As I am sure you probably know (and will hear until December 1st) I LOVE Fall! It is the best time of the year for me. I love the colors, I love the foods, I love the weather (well, maybe not Houston Fall weather). The opening of this movie tugs at my Fall heart! 

“You’ve got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.” -shopgirl 

The colors, the clothing, the pumpkins, the bouquet of new-sharpened pencils. I am in LOVE! 

Number Two: Taking Me Back to 18 with One Song

The movie opens, we meet the two main characters and then Dreams by The Cranberries plays.  All my life is changing everyday in every possible way…. I am immediately catapulted back to the living room of my apartment when the 18 year old me would have that song on repeat and sing it at the top of my lungs! This movie actually came out with I was 21 (1998), but everything in the movie pulls me back to three years earlier. (And really I thought it was released in 1995 or 1996)

Number Three: My Fashion Staple, Cardigans

I remember someone asking me in my early twenties, “Do you always wear cardigans?” to which I said, “yep.” Even in the Summer you can find me with a cardigan. Though this fashion staple is seen less while I’ve been living the humid Houston area, my closest still holds an over abundant collection of cardigans.  

Number Four: Craving a Pixie

Can we just take a minute and talk about Meg Ryan’s hair in this movie? 

This hair started my desire for a pixie cut, but unfortunately…my hair is too curly, a bit too frizzy and am just too lazy for a pixie. 

Number Five: Wanting to Live in New York

When I was in my twenties I so wanted to live in New York, mainly because of the Brownstones in this movie. Even though I would probably still love New York in the fall, after visiting New York during a very hot Summer I would have to say that Fall would probably be the only season I would enjoy.

Number Six:  Always Having Bookshelves

I could write an entire blog post on Kathleen Kelly’s apartment, but let us focus our attention away from the quilt covered bed with perfect daisy pillow cases to the book cases. Oh, man I can only imagine the stories that are housed on those shelves. I bet you there is more than one copy of Pride and Prejudice. Which leads me to…

Number Seven: My love for Pride and Prejudice

I love this book. I love the movie made from this book. I love Mr. Darcy. That love all started with this movie. 

Confession, I have read Pride and Prejudice two hundred times. I get lost in the language, words like 'Thither. Mischance. Felicity.' I'm always in agony over wether Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are really going to get together. Ah! Read it. I know you'll love it! , Kathleen Kelly (quote from movie)

Number Eight: Craving Starbucks

I don’t even think I had my first sip of Starbucks coffee before I saw this movie, my absolute addiction had not started yet, but I knew I was missing something. As soon as the Starbucks opened in my area I was there! 

The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino." - Joe Fox (quote from movie)

Most of all, though, (I guess this would be number 9) Kathleen Kelly led me to love the movie Shop Around the Corner. That is the movie that You’ve Got Mail was based off of. It’s even more divine and again, my love could encompass an entire blog post. 

I strongly suggest as you are baking your apple pies and carving your pumpkins, take a few hours to watch these two movies: Shop Around the Corner and You’ve Got Mail. 

And always keep this wisdom with you, The Godfather is the I-ching. The Godfather is the sum of all wisdom. The Godfather is the answer to any question. What should I pack for my summer vacation? "Leave the gun, take the cannoli." What day of the week is it? "Maunday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday." - Joe Fox (quote from movie)

Monday, September 21, 2015

A Mother’s Witching Hour

Last week a mother I know posted (something similar to) this on Facebook:

Why can’t my husband see me with my children in the morning when I am full of energy and playing with the kids? Why does my lowest point of the day have to be when he gets home?

I am quite sure you can hear a roaring “amen” from the toddler mothers through out the world! 

Along with responses (as her post received) similar to “I hear ya sister”, “I am praying of you momma” and “I know, my husband probably thinks I hate being a mother.” 

I call it my witching hour. 

Now, I looked that term up on a very reliable source (wikipedia) to find out exactly what it means and where it came from. Here is what the oh so knowledgeable people had to say: 

With a modern literal meaning of "midnight," the term witching hour refers to the time of night (3:00-4:00 am is commonly speculated) when creatures such as witches, demons, and ghosts are thought to appear and to be at their most powerful and black magic to be most effective.

Do not stop reading. I do not believe (outside of movies) in witches, demons, and ghosts. And I have never tried my hand at black magic. But what I can say is after you have spent all day separating fights over who got the red marker first, changing poopy diapers, cleaning crayon off yet another wall of your house, and repeating for the millionth time “no, we are not watching Little Einsteins, right now” you quite possibly appear as a demon wanting to use a little black magic to successfully to get dinner cooked before your husband gets home. Am I right? 

Now, all of you June Cleaver haters out there who are about to give me a lecture that you do all of this and work a full-time job I have to say I have been there - I know the pain and I am not trying to say that my gig is any worse than yours. Hang with me, you may benefit from what I have to say as well. 

My witching hour is always right about 4:30 pm to 6 pm. That is the time of the day when I am the most tired and truly believe that my girls are so annoyed by my face. It is the time when all of the peace that may have been in my house earlier in the day has vanished, not to be seen again until 8:30 pm when everyone is snug in their beds. 

My cellphone is the bell that rings marking the start of my witching hour.  My hardworking husband calls during his drive home (hands-free mind you). My dear husband has an hour (maybe longer depending on Houston traffic) commute to get home each day and while I enjoy knowing that he is heading home so I can start dinner (and I know that help is on the way) this usually always signals for all three of my children (yep even the teenager) to lose their minds. Matt usually wants to unwind and download his day over the telephone (we’ve done this for years), but there are days when I have to say “I just can’t talk right now.” While he is sitting somewhat comfortably in his car, leaving his worries of the day behind, I am knee deep in finishing housework, helping with homework, and preparing dinner with the help of a three year old (who really thinks she has become Betty Crocker in the kitchen). 

Now I am telling you that getting through my witching hour without it turning me witchy is something that I’ve been striving to achieve. Somedays I am successful and somedays Matt gets home to find me watching Real Housewives of somewhere and saying, “it isn’t happening today - hope you’re okay with a sandwich.” Here are a few things, though, that help during this time. 

First and foremost, keep it real with your husband. Try taking a girls weekend and leaving him with all of your kids, then he will see what everyday looks like. Or for a less dramatic approach, try a little heart to heart. Ask for grace. I am quite positive that Matt did not marry me thinking that as soon as I said “I do” June Cleaver would appear. Really, even though I am all for a woman in the home and taking pride in your house (even though some weeks I don’t) we have to live in the reality that that just does not happen most days. Now, it may happen a few times a month (or if you are an overachiever a week) where your husband is greeted with a smile, a warm meal ready for him on the table, and the children playing quietly - those days should be celebrated! I mean you need to head for ice cream after dinner (and of course after the kitchen is clean). 

For me personally, I feel like I am successful at the end of the day if I do not unload all of my issues as soon as he sits down his briefcase. I really do try to have him come in the house without walking in the middle of screaming (the girls, not me - most of the time) and not tripping over toys or things that have accumulated in the foyer. I am very aware that he has just spent an hour driving home from his 8 plus hour job in horrible traffic and I want him to breathe as well. At the same time, I want him to give me grace if the day did not goes as I have planned and if maybe I got stuck with my head in Facebook too long not realizing it was going to take an hour to make dinner. 

The second thing that has helped me is giving myself grace! There is only one perfect parent and that’s our Heavenly Father. As I have slowly started giving up comparing my life to pictures on Instagram or other bloggers I follow I have been able to breathe, relax and realize everyone has a child that refuses to eat what you made for dinner at one time or another. Mine just happen to turn their noses up at anything but corndogs these days. Things will not always be perfect, you will work hard on a new recipe then realize as you are sitting with your family that it is the most disgusting thing you’ve eaten. That is when that random package of spaghetti and marinara sauce in your pantry comes in handy. Even Julia Child had duds somedays. So lighten up on yourself, be kind with your thoughts towards yourself during this time of day. I mean, it’s a successful day when none of your kids needed a bandaid, right? 

Lastly, do something that will make you feel better about you right before your husband gets home. That could mean running a brush through your hair, throwing on a little powder and some lip gloss. It could mean lighting some good smelling candles through out the house - I love food scented ones. You might also want to try a small power clean (less than 5 minutes) of one of the main rooms of your house. I alway pick the living room because that is what we see most of the night and I can sit peacefully during dinner if my living room rug isn’t covered with toys. I also make the bed (sometimes at 4:45 pm) because that is one of my husbands things that he likes to come home to. Also, music always helps me to breathe, but not classical or toddler songs. Classical is like nails on a chalk board somedays or makes me even more tired. And really, haven’t we heard enough toddler music through out our day? 

The end of the day is hard, ladies, I do think our mothers would disagree. I hope that my little tidbits about getting past my witching hour helps you. I also invite you to share your tricks to getting through the end of the day below in the comments. I would love to learn to learn from you and I bet your advice may help someone else as well. 

I want to continue talking about grace - it’s an area of conviction for me lately. I find myself asking am I giving grace to my girls? to myself? to my husband? My goal is to work more on that and work at teaching my girls the gospel, not just the laws (more on that later). 

Friday, September 18, 2015

Happy Birthday Mustang Sally!

Today is my mother’s sixieth-something birthday! (Oh I know how old she is, but she may not want you to know)

Oh man, I just love her! She is an amazing woman! 

My mother has taught me strength and determination. She spent 25 plus years at the same company (and does contract work for them now) going from an entry level position to one of the highest positions in her field. All of that without a college degree to get her there. She worked hard and has a work ethic that surpasses so many. She has had to be bold in what was, at the time, a man’s world. 

My mother has never shied away from being real with me, though, she does keep her battles more private than her daughter. I have had the privilege of being on the receiving end of hearing hear heart, celebrating her victories and crying along side her in her defeats. 

She was the black sheep in a very uniformed, keep it together and smile, family. Her years of running against the flock are what have strengthened and molded her. Her life experiences are what make her come from a place a love and not judgement when dealing with two daughters. 

Even though she was adamant to be nothing like her mother, (don’t we all say that) I see my Meme (who I love and adore) in her. The annoying quirks like voicemails saying, “Well…you haven’t called me” and “Well, I guess you’re just mad at me.” Their tone inflection on the world “well” amazingly lunges you right into a feeling of guilt. You have to laugh, or at least I do, because there is no doubt I will be the same way. 

You can also see the unyielding love she has for her grandchildren as my grandmother did for her’s. My mother has been determined to put her own twist on being a grandmother, but also model the things she loved about her grandmother. She’s a hoot, always laughing at herself and always keeping others laughing with her. 

I give her big props for holding together a marriage for over 40 years through tough trials and events that would break-up so many. She has kept her vows and has stood by her husband just as she has her two daughters. She’s been with us through all the rough stuff and has worried herself sick many times while we were younger. I believe I’ve gotten her to see that prayer is better than worry, but really who am I to sit on my soapbox about worrying. 

My bond with my mother has increased during the past years through forgiveness and being vulnerable with our regrets. We have both realized that we are very human and we make mistakes. We also know that we are both a bit crazy and over dramatic which we blame on Meme (because everything that we don’t want to own up to we blame on her) (sorry Meme). 

What else is there to say about this woman? I hope that I can pass on her amazing traits to my daughters! 

I love you Mustang Sally! Ha…aren’t you glad that happened before the days of “please don’t but this on Facebook.” I love you mom! Thank you for being you! 

Now, I must go call her because I just hear her saying, "Well, Dana isn't even going to call me on my birthday." To which I say, "Okay Mary just breathe" (Mary being my Meme)

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Even When Things are Terrible, He has got it

Know that God is in control. Even when things are terrible, He has got it.

I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I have a very wise husband. And the guy is overly talented at knowing exactly when I need certain reminders. Like above that he sent me today. 

I know the statement above to be true, but man, the struggle is real! 

I am on social media (mainly Facebook) way more than I should be - I’ll admit it. Sometimes I call it “my job”. I read articles, I connect with friends, I connect with other bloggers and writers and, of course, I post what I write. But with all truthfulness, I am on social media way too much. 

Lately I’ve been funky. I mean a serious black cloud of blah has been following me around. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that it’s mid September and I live in Houston - where the weather stinks. Last week we had a little teaser of fall, but this week it’s back up in the nineties. As I person who throughly adores Fall that really makes me funky. I am ready for crunchy leaves and not breaking a sweat walking from the door to my car (not from being out of shape, mind you, but for the humidity). I was even going to write a post about the Un-Fall Funk - it’s a true condition - I have it. 

Today as I was reading the 10 millionth article about the kid with the “clock”  (who is actually from my hometown) and was like “enough is enough.” I am so tired of the world right now! I am tired of what the media does to us by making stories way bigger than they should be (not talking about the clock, just in general). I have found myself in the past month reading a news story, then researching it. I want the “truth” - I want to know the details before I know if I should get up in arms about something. That research just leads to more “Oh My Goodness - What is the World Coming To?” feelings. 

I spent my lunch time today un-following and un-friending people or groups that constantly just talk news because honestly I am done - I don’t want to hear it anymore. I would rather live in the dark, not know what’s happening in the majors cities around me, then live in this funk. 

I received the message above after sharing this tangent with my husband. My initial response, “ugh…I know!” It was not so much of a “don’t preach to me” as it was a defeating sigh. I know He is and I need to trust Him. 

Trust is what I need to do. Trust that He has all of this, that He knows what He is doing and in the end there will be victory over the evil that is in our world right now. 

What I don’t need to do is challenge Him. I find myself saying, “Okay Lord. Just come back and let’s get this over with. Please stop the suffering. Please stop the hate. Please stop the violence. Lord, please save us from this mess that we’ve made. Come Now! SOS! We need you!”

Oh man, how we need you. I need you - my neighbor needs you - the president needs you - the ladies from the View definitely need you (don’t even get me started). 

Wow, as I have typed this I’ve felt a weight lift off of me. I love that feeling, when you let it go and give it to him. It’s not my job to fix our society. It’s not my job to turn everyone into believers. All I am to do is follow Him and love people. 

Speaking of loving people and Facebook. In the midst of all of this yuck, I’ve been blessed. I could never have imagined that someone I have never met would bless me so much, but Kara Tippets and her legacy has done it again. 

A community was formed (there is an official Facebook group for it) of people who are friends of Kara’s. Many of us friends never got the opportunity to meet Kara, but we all still mourn the loss of our dear friend. Yesterday, 3,500 people joined the group and at last count on my prayer journal I was allowed the amazing opportunity to pray for close to 100 of those women. Women who are battling cancer, have lost their spouses, their parents and women who like me were inspired to do great things because of Kara. 

In the process of writing my story there are two key people that the Holy Spirit worked through to give me the courage to share all my ugly with you. One was my dear friend, Emily, just the excitement that she had to learn more about me and my life made it so much easier to get this all started. And secondly was Kara. Every time I got down on myself and listened to people who said my story should remain under the rug I would listen to Kara speak on sharing your story and the power of being vulnerable. 

Yesterday through the power of the thing I dislike so much today (Facebook) I was able to connect and love on women who just needed an outlet to share their feelings, their fears and ask for prayer. It’s been absolutely amazing. It’s a bright spot in a very dark world. I wish their stories were news headlines because they should be heard. We should be rallying around the women who are battling for their lives instead of women who live to make buck off of others’ suffering. I don’t want to know which Kardashian did what, I want to know how I can love women who need love and someone to lean on. 

Out of all the women that I “meet” yesterday, Becky McCoy’s story stood out and made such an impact on my heart. I ask that you watch this video and that you keep Becky and her beautiful children in your prayers. Please pray for Becky on Sunday as she runs a half marathon in the honor of her amazing husband. 

You can also follow her blog:

And if you are interested, here is more information about the Mundane Faithfulness Community on Facebook:

Also, as always, I strongly suggest that you read Kara’s blog. Her friends have done an amazing job re-posting Kara’s writing. I promise that you will be blessed by Kara as well.

As for me, well I can’t stop Facebook all together, but I do plan to step back some. I should focus my attention on the stack of writing submission opportunities that sit on the desk in front of me. And I most definitely need to focus on the mounds of laundry that never seems to fold itself. 

Please know that I here to pray for you. If there is something weighing on your heart today please allow me to lift it up to Jesus as well. 

And remember He is in control - He’s got this. Love you!