Settled.  Everyone keeps asking if we're all settled in our new house. I'd love to say yes, but the answer is quite the opposite. 

Don't get me wrong. We love our new house. It's beautiful. I can't even find the words to explain how nice it is to have our own place (specifically, kitchen!) again. But as far as the feeling settled, well, I definitely don't. 

The breakfast nook.

I'm praying big prayers over this house we're building. I'm praying for our marriage. That God would make this house a place of grace & forgiveness. Full of big love and big laughs. I'm praying for the people that will spend time under our roof. That they would be blessed, encouraged, & surrounded by the aroma of Christ. That our home would be a place that welcomes

Living in the in between.

I am living in the in between--in so many ways. 

I am living in the in between--in so many ways. 

I'm a dreamer. A feeler. A passionate, emotional, wild-hearted woman. I'm an ENFP and (if you are too, I know you feel me on this) sometimes I feel like I *might* be an actual crazy person. 

Well, crazy is a word that I'm trying not to call myself (because it's not usually meant in a nice way, right?) but I still feel that way sometimes. 

I change my mind a lot. I'm a walking contradiction. I'm impulsive and irrational. I'm a math teacher by day but I'm so not a math teacher. I fly by the seat of my pants. I can be a tad wishy-washy and I sort of hate that about myself. I get mad. I cuss. I forget things. I'm always late. I make messes. I learn things the hard way. I'm addicted to coffee and sugar. I'm loud. I say too much. I want to be calm, cool, and collected, when I'm basically the exact opposite. BUT.

But God created me this way. God created you your way. Our gifts and dreams and eccentricities aren't by accident. They just aren't. 

That's what has been on my heart lately.

We are the way we are and it's not by accident.

falling in love with the country

You know... I could also write about falling in love IN the country. My husband and I spent our first official date drinking beer on a tailgate watching our dogs play in the creek, but that's another story for another day. ;)

No, today I want to tell you about falling in love WITH the country. 

I'm telling you. I'm completely smitten. 

If you'd have told me ten years ago that this is what my life would be like now, there's no way I would have believed you. Me?? On a dirt road? Surrounded by tractors, and cows, and not much else? You must be mistaken. 

But no. There's no mistake at all. This is where I am, and there's no place I'd rather be. 

Love the life you have.

This is something that has been on my mind A LOT lately. 

As someone who is a dreamer/restless over-thinker/always thinking about what could be this concept can be quite the challenge for me. I can easily grow discontent, always wanting something more. Something different. 

But this life? It's the only one I've got. And I know (when I'm thinking straight) that it's a really really good one. 

I don't know about you, but I want to live a full, rich life. I want to smile and laugh and love deeply. I want to grow old, Lord willing, and look back to see a woman who trusted God and appreciated what was given to her. I want to be remembered for joy.

I'm learning more and more that choices are powerful. I can choose to focus on the good. I can choose to see the bright side. I can choose to be thankful. I can choose joy. 

I can choose to love the life I have. 

We are building a house.

Y'all--I'm still pinching myself on the regular because it doesn't feel real.WE ARE BUILDING A HOUSE. 

What?!?! I know. I know! 

It feels kind of crazy to say that, because it's not something I'd ever thought we'd do. And definitely not this young. I mean, we're just 2 school teachers. We're not exactly working with a humongous budget. But, one thing led to another and here we are. 

And before you start thinking that my life must be so blissful, just hold on a second.

2017: a year to THRIVE.

I love choosing a word for the year. Instead of making resolutions that I'll never keep (because, discipline is not exactly my strong suit), I like to choose more of a theme instead. 


I don't know about you, but I've gotten pretty good at this "survival mode" thing.  I feel like that's how I've spent the past 5 years of my life. Head down. Gritting teeth. Don't think too much. Just get through it. 

My heart (and my jaw, quite literally) have grown weary. I'm over this survival lifestyle. 

I know life will never be easy, and mine isn't even as difficult as I'm sure it will be. I mean, things aren't going to get any simpler when we add some little kiddos to the mix. But I'm convinced that it doesn't always have to be this way. Sure, there are seasons that might look more like survival. But every season? Um, no thank you. 

This year I want to do more than survive. I want to THRIVE.


Hey there. Thanks for stopping by my brand new blog!

I'm no stranger to this blogging thing. I've been blogging on and off for the past several years, most recently as Cookies & Grace, which will always be close to my heart. But life brings changes and my interests and passions have changed with it. 

Through it all though, these things remain true...