Lessons from 2018

How is it the middle of January already?  It seems like just yesterday we were getting ready to ring in the New Year.  Like many people at the start of a new year,  I like to reflect over the previous one.  For me, last year was filled with ups and downs, many new experiences and many lessons.  I worked to get settled in a new city, a new culture, a new church.

My word for the 2018 was embrace.  I chose this quote, “Embrace uncertainty.  Some of the most beautiful chapters of our lives won’t have a title until much later on.”  Such a beautiful idea and yet really hard to put into practice.  As I think back over the past year, I can see how each struggle I went through made me stronger. I can see how God worked through all of them and each trial made be better.   Below are 3 of the lessons from this past year.  

  • Something I try hard to do but often fail in is trusting the process.  When things seem hard and hopeless it can be difficult to stay the course.  But trust is like a muscle that gets stronger with each use.  And I’m learning to ask God to teach me through each circumstance instead of wishing to be through the pain.
  • Last year, for the first time in a while, I experienced winter.  In the midst of learning how to deal with months of constant rain, I was reminded how important winter is.  How each season has a purpose and how each is needed.  I am trying to embrace the rhythm of winter, the slowing and unhurried nature of it.  I am finding when I lean into the quiet, it’s amazing to see the growth that can happen, even when things seem dead or dormant.  
  • For those of you who have moved, you know how friendships change with distance. This past year has been filled with trying to find ‘my people’. It can be hard and frustrating to find a new tribe.  So over the past year I have worked hard to figure out where I belong and where I don’t.  And to be at peace with both. To feel secure enough in my identity so I won’t feel the need to morph into anyone I’m not. And to be truly genuine and authentic.  

2018 was one for the books.  But with each struggle you grow stronger and with each trial you grow tougher.  

Remodel Reveal!


It took a little over 4 months from start to finish, but I am happy to report our home remodel is done!  It was such a stressful project and it made the move much harder than a normal move.  But now it’s over and I’m so happy with the results.  Design and decorating do not come easily to me and I felt so much pressure to make the right choices.  Thankfully I really love everything we picked out and it’s finally starting to feel like home.  Check out the pics below!

Entry way/ stair case: 

We put in new balusters, painted the rail and put in new treads to match our new hardwood floors.





Matt had a vision of this island from the very beginning.  I was a little worried all the granite would make the kitchen feel cold so we decided to paint the island a different color.  We also put in a new hood vent, new appliances and new countertops all around.  We also found this great light for our breakfast nook that really brought the whole area together.




Master Bath:

When we originally started the project, our plan was new flooring, new counters and a new shower . We were going to leave the tub and just re-tile around it.  A couple of weeks into the project, I got an idea to take out the tub and put in a free-standing tub.  Our ‘contractor’ (who wasn’t really a contractor and we eventually fired) encouraged me it was no big deal to switch out tubs.  It turns out, it’s a REALLY big deal to do that.  But by the time we realized how big of a project it was, we were too far in to turn back.  There is a picture below of our bathroom mid-job.  It was completely torn down to the studs.  There were many tears and fears that I might never get my bathroom put back together.  But we did.  And I love it!  P.S. the tile floors are heated and they are a game changer!!





Front of the house:

After we bought the house, we quickly figured out that the garage stalls were too narrow for Matt’s truck.  Once again, no big deal.  We’ll just rip off the front of the house, reframe new garage stalls and viola!  Ha! Thankfully that project didn’t have any surprises and it went smoothly (minus the fact that the contractor only put plastic up as temporary garage doors while we were waiting for the new ones to arrive~ 2 weeks).



We did several other projects, new hardwood floors, interior and exterior paining, removing a wall, all new light fixtures, and lots of drywall repair. I’m happy to be closing this chapter and moving on!  Hope you enjoy seeing our new home!

Mother’s Day Shoutout

I grew up on Applewood Street, in the khaki house.  It was a quaint and quiet neighborhood, with big trees and friendly neighbors.  It was unpretentious and welcoming, I was free to be myself.  

One of the first things I learned from my mom was how to be neighborly and kind.  In my earliest memories, I saw my mom putting love into action.  She often led by example in lending a helping hand, dropping off goodies, or simply stopping by to say hi.  She didn’t always explain what she was doing, she just showed me how.  IMG_3878

The khaki house has since been painted gray, but hospitality still flows from it.  The trees we planted as kids in the backyard now tower over the house and provide ample shade.  The basketball goal still sits near the driveway, tempting you to take a shot.  As new couples and young families begin to move into the neighborhood, my mom is finding new opportunities to be welcoming.  

This spring, my mom and a fellow neighbor hosted a brunch for all the women in the neighborhood.  They went door to door extending the invitation.  Food would be provided and only if they wanted did they need to bring a dish.  On the morning of the brunch, 17 ladies showed up ranging in age from 20 to 90.  My mom shared she had moved to Applewood in 1972 and had raised 4 kids there.  After the meal, she brought out a big bouquet of tulips.  She gave each lady a single flower and told them that together they made up the beautiful bouquet of the neighborhood.  How sweet!

As parents we know our kids are watching what we do more than what we say.  So here is shout out to all my mama friends who are speaking volumes with their actions.  To the ones who are creative and dreamers.  To the ones who are confident, sure of who they are and grounded.  To the ones who keep up on the fashion trends.  To the ones who are master chefs.  To the ones who are hilarious and can make me laugh so hard I cry.  To the ones who are healthy, disciplined and can share that knowledge with others.  To the ones who are always ready to listen and give sound counsel.  To the ones who are thoughtful and ready to bring meals for any occasion.  To the ones who are inviting and welcoming.  And to the ones who have been placed in my life at just the right time, to encourage and come alongside me, even if it was only for a season.  Your actions have been heard, loud and clear.  Thank you.  Keep up the good work moms!  

An Unexpected Gift

0F23B83C-D432-402B-8F88-EEBF91019FDEI felt like I’d won the jackpot.  My daughter met the requirements for transitional kindergarten, and it was free!!  All I had to do was fill out an application.  I set my alarm for the morning I could turn in the application, filled it out as quickly as I could, then waited anxiously to hear any news.  When I felt enough time had passed, and I still hadn’t heard anything, I called.  When they didn’t return my call, I got in my car and drove to their office.  Probably because they were annoyed with me, I soon received the good news, the ‘acceptance letter’. I would have both kids in school, 5 days each week.  It felt too good to be true, I would have 4 hours to myself each day.  It was going to be a much needed break from the sometimes strong-willed, 4-year old Ellie.  Things were good.  

I spent my time running errands, reading, working out, lunching with a friend.  I seemed to have found a good balance, finally finding some ‘me-time’.  Life was good…For about 4 months.  In November, we felt God leading my husband to make a job change, which meant an out-of-state move.  We quickly worked to get our house ready to sell, hurried and made a house-hunting trip, lined up movers, packed what we needed short-term in the back of my car, said our goodbyes, and we were off.  I think I cried more when we said good-bye to her teacher than Ellie did.

I wasn’t sure how either one of us would handle the increased time together.  I didn’t want to lose that free-time I enjoyed so much. I briefly looked for preschools in the new area (since they were not offering the same TK program), but found them to have a waiting list, be expensive, or both.  So I made the decision to keep her home with me. I braced myself for the attitude and willfulness I had seen before. But instead, something else happened.  I saw a sweet, caring side of her emerge.  A companion for me as I struggled to adjust to our new life.  She was a coworker as we oversaw the renovations of our new house.  She was an encourager when I felt lonely and isolated.  She was a reminder that I had to keep moving forward, I couldn’t stop and wallow in self-pity.  She became a bright light amongst the clouds and rain.  FCF3956D-6FD7-4106-9CEA-39ADCD9ABCD2

The time with her was precious, almost sacred, as I knew she would be in school in a short time.  I cherished the moments as I watched her soak in the attention I was able to give her.  I was able to see her strong-will through new eyes and see how it could be a good thing.  And I worked to find better means of communication to make it through the behavioral issues that still happened.  

The time with her was a gift, an unexpected bonus, something I would not have received if we hadn’t moved.  And I wouldn’t have known what I was missing.  But God knew when I looked back at this season of transition, filled with so much stress and frustration, I would also smile when I was reminded how we grew closer and how I understood her more.  

I know that time passes quickly and they grow up fast.  But sometimes in the midst of diapers and naps, temper tantrums and fits, homework and practice, it’s easy to forget.  I’m thankful I was given the chance to cherish her childhood a little while longer, to hold onto her and soak her in, and to be more intentional with my time with her. It’s time well spent.8D9E5D75-0C3F-4346-BE20-AA3472DA48CB

Renovations (House and myself)

Today starts our 6th week of renovations on our house. Thankfully we have been in temporary housing while the construction is going on and haven’t had to live in the midst of the mess. I know I shouldn’t complain about being able to update my house, and deep down (deep below the frustration, impatience, and anger towards my contractor) I am very thankful. I’m mostly sure that it will all be worth it and I will be able to laugh at this in the future.
Yesterday, Matt and the kids thought it would be fun to ‘camp out’ in the house. I kindly declined but told them to have fun. Then we got caught in a snow storm and I was trapped there. The good news is that the experience gave me the opportunity to see a few things I deem necessary to live in a house.
Due to poor planning (insert anger towards contractor), they did the demo all at once and we’ve been without facets and sinks for 5 weeks. Also because of that, we don’t have any countertops, and I think those are pretty important. Hot water is pretty high up there on my list of must-haves, along with interior doors. All of those things, combined with stacks of moving boxes and the awful mess constructions brings with it, have left me teetering on the brink of sanity. I often leave the house vowing not to return until it is finished.
During this process, God has been teaching me a lot about waiting, patience and control. I am seeking to find contentment during the discomfort of this period and how to embrace this season of transition. Many times I have acted like a toddler, stomping my feet and making demands. God lets me have my tantrum, then He gently comforts me and gives me peace for the moment.
Relinquishing my perceived control is a constant battle too. If i’m honest, this has been the hardest, most difficult move I’ve made. I have spent days second-guessing our choice on our house, our neighborhood, our school. I wonder if we’ll ever feel like this is home. I’ve spent too much energy trying to control many aspects of this change. When timelines don’t get met or things don’t go as planned, I’m reminded how I’m never really in control. Ever. But I know Who is. So I continue to trudge forward. I ask God for grace each day, even though I want enough for the week, or even the month. I release my plans and trade them for God’s, knowing His are always better. And I cling tightly to a verse my mom reminds me of often, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life”. Proverbs 13:12

A season to rest

“One reason people resist change is because they focus on what they have to give up instead of all they have to gain

Something you may or may not know about me is I do not like change.  I thrive on having routine and structure.  It is ironic, and a little funny, to think about all the moves I have made and how much each one has pushed me out of my comfort zone.

I have used the past few weeks as a season to rest and reset.  It can be hard to rest, hard to allow yourself time to recharge and unwind.  (Sometimes you resist it so much you have to get bronchitis just to be forced to take a break.)  One reason it can be so hard to rest is it can almost feel like laziness, like you are being unproductive. But in reality it is important and vital to our well-being.  I am finding as I take time to slow down, I am able to evaluate where my hope is anchored.  I have time to take a look at my expectations and see if they are realistic.  And I am able to let the Truth wash over me and remind me of God’s faithfulness.

As I take a step back and prepare myself for this new life, I am working on shifting my perspective.  I have told people before there is a mourning period after a move, where you have to let your old life die.  And it takes time.  And it’s not fun.  Right before our move I was reminded of 2 Corinthians 5:7 “For we walk by faith, not by sight”.  The AMP version adds this, “living our lives in a manner consistent with our confident belief in God’s promises”.  Although I’ve heard it many times before, it is taking a new meaning right now for me.  It struck me that if I really believe in God and His promises, really believe that He has called us to this new life, then I have to walk by faith.  And that means trusting in the fact that His plan is best.

I do believe there is purpose in all of this.  So I’m working on embracing resting and resetting.  I am using the slower pace to take time to write, to sit by a fire and read, and to enjoy LOTS of quality family time.  Because even though I don’t have all the answers,  I am confident in God and His goodness.

Embracing the New Year

“Embrace uncertainty.  Some of the most beautiful chapters of our lives won’t have a title until much later on.”

Happy 2018!  I feel like 2017 drop kicked me and I am just now figuring which way is up.  There’s nothing quite like starting the new year in a new city, with a new job, a new school, and a new house (eventually, we’re living in temporary housing until them).

At the end of last year, I began praying about my word for the new year.  I wanted a word that would encompass a theme or direction into which God was calling me.  Last year my word was confidence.  My hope was to grow more confident in God and more confident in myself.  Looking back, I had many opportunities to grow that confidence.  Some of the opportunities were through trials and others happened when people encouraged me and spoke truth into certain areas.  I can now see how the building of that confidence was a stepping stone I needed in order to be ready for this big life transition.  The more we trust God, the more confident we are in Him.  Then it is easier to trust His plan for our lives and to step out in faith.

This year I have chosen the word EMBRACE.  One of the definitions of embrace is to accept or support (a belief, theory, or change) willingly and enthusiastically.  I want to embrace willingly the lessons God is going to teach me during this next season of my life (notice the emphasis on willingly).  In order for that to happen, I need to uncross my emotional arms and have a soft heart for all He has in store.  Sometimes I have a tendency to put up walls when I am in new, unknown situations.

So I want to embrace the relationships and community God has in store for me. Even though the thought of starting over and having to build friendships from the ground up overwhelms me, I know eventually it will feel more manageable and God will cause the right people to come alongside me, just like He always does.  And when He does, I want my arms to be open to accept and welcome those relationships.

As we slowly begin to find a new normal, I am working on embracing temporary living and a simpler way of life. We are learning to navigate a new city and beginning  to make it home.  I know from experience it will be a process.  A process that can be hard and sad and frustrating.  But in the end, it will make us better than we were before.

Happy 5th Birthday Ellie!

My sweetest Ellie,

Happy birthday my princess. I cannot believe you are 5 today. I remember the day we met. You arrived on your daddy’s birthday, in a hurry. I should have known then how determined you would be. You completed our family and you keep us all in line.
You were a fierce baby, we called you our little bear for the first 2 years. I wasn’t sure you would ever sleep through the night, but you did. You wanted to be held everywhere we went. And then one day you didn’t. You use to be scared to go into the ocean, and then one time you ran into the waves. I blinked and you were 5.

You have so many wonderful attributes that make you unique. I love how driven you are. I love how creative you are. I love how you stand up for what you want and rarely let people change your mind. I love how kind you are to others, even strangers, when you sense they are sad. I love how confident and brave you are. Your sense of fashion is great, I hope you always keep me stylish.

My prayer for you is that you will continue to grow and love Jesus. I pray that you will always keep Him first in your life. I pray that you and Levi are always close, and that you always feel loved by me and dad. I pray every day for patience and guidance to strengthen your character. You are a light shining bright in my life. I thank God for you!

Happy birthday my love!


Saying Yes to Hospitality

“The heart of hospitality is about creating space for someone to feel safe and heard and loved.  It’s about declaring your table a safe zone, a place of warmth and nourishment” -Shauna Niequist.  Sometimes though, thanks to social media and Pinterest, it has become something that must be lavish, grand and splendid.  When presented with the opportunity to host people in my home, I immediately think of several excuses.  Time, how messy my house is, what will I prepare, will there be enough room, what if they don’t have a good time.  Those are just a few of my initial thoughts.  I could believe the lie that I don’t have enough time, my food isn’t fancy enough, and my house isn’t clean enough (ok, that one might be true).  But I believe availability trumps splendid.  And vulnerability trumps fancy.  And authenticity trumps cleanliness.

When I have the chance to invite others over, the first thing I do is simplify what I can.  I do what I’m capable of. If I am too overwhelmed to make a meal, I buy a prepared one at Costco and server it.  If I don’t have time to bake, I go to Trader Joe’s and buy a dessert, it tastes homemade.  I try not to let the little things stop me from engaging with others.  Although food always makes a get together better, the most important part of a gathering is fostering the relationships.  And that can happen regardless of where the food comes from.

The next thing I do is check my motives.  Am I doing this because it’s what God calls us to or for another reason?  There are several verses about hospitality in the Bible and all of them are commands to be hospitable, not suggestions.  My favorite of those verses is Hebrews 13:2, “Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.”  If I am doing it for the right reason, I won’t get caught up with my fears and frets about my house and food.

I have also shifted my expectations when I host others.  In Uninvited by Lysa Terkeurst, she talks about a shift she made that helped her change her focus in social settings.  “Here’s the secret shift we must make: Do I walk into situations prepared with the fullness of God in me, free to look to bless others? Or do I walk into situations empty and dependent on others to look for ways to bless me?  Being full of God’s love settles, empowers, and brings out the best of who we are. On the other hand, the more full of the flesh we are, the more we grab at anyone and anything to fill that ache for love and acceptance.”  If I am looking for ways to fill others up, the menial things loose their importance.

Those times I have felt most welcomed and accepted are when people opened up their homes and showed me who they really were.  They didn’t put on a front or a facade, they were real and authentic.  I don’t always remember what was served for dinner, but I always remember the connection and community.  And that is what I want to imitate.  It doesn’t have to be that hard, we just have to be willing.

Fall Priorities

Hallelujah for the new school year. Last week was our first week of school and it flew by. Both my kids are in school this year and it is a game changer. I told a friend it seems too good to be true, but they keep taking my kids when I drop them off, so I’m going with it!

I always feel so much pressure to make the most of my ‘kid-free’ time. I know I should be cleaning and doing laundry, but I really just want to sit and watch Netflix. Don’t judge, I’m still working on balancing things out. Here are 4 of the things I’m making a priority this fall.
Exercise. Over the summer, I was very inconsistent with my work-outs. But I am making it happen this school year. My running partner and I get out and run right after school drop off, before either of us can come up with excuses. I can tell a HUGE difference in my days when I get my run on.
Another marvelous habit I have started is eating a meal….wait for it…sitting down, in silence. Too often I get so busy making breakfasts and lunches for everyone else, I end of grabbing a bar and eating on the go. But I have been making it a priority to eat a well-balanced breakfast and drink a cup of coffee while it is still hot. It’s amazing how much better you feel after food.
I have also signed up for a Bible study this fall at church. It has been 2 years since I have done an organized study and I am really looking forward to the structured time of leaning and conversation with other moms.
And finally, I’m trying out this new concept called planning. I hear it’s helpful and can reduce stress. So I’m giving it a go. I procrastinated and was unprepared too many times last year so I knew I needed to put more effort into things. I am trying to plan ahead for lunches, dinner, soccer schedule, Awanas. It is a great feeling knowing what is coming during the week and not being caught off guard.
I’m can’t believe it’s already September. Fall decor is popping up all around. I look forward to the shift in rhythm and routine. As we slowly fade into a new season, I hope these new priorities will help the transition to be smooth and enjoyable.