January 22, 2016

Fat and Happy

We've survived 4 weeks of marriage! How are we doing you might ask?

I've always heard that after you get married you may gain a few pounds... I guess because you are happy. And of course I always said, "that will never happen to me!" Just like I said I would never get married in December... Never say never.

Let me set the stage for you...

We were out shopping the other day. When I bent down to look at something on the bottom shelf- that's when I heard the rip. I was in denial. When I checked to make sure it was not MY pants that had ripped open I was wrong! Yes- it WAS my pants that had a hole ripped wide open in my croch!! When I told my new husband what had just happened, I told him to feel the hole (as if I was expecting him to tell me, "No honey, that wasn't your pants. There's no hole.") You'll be glad to know that he did not feel my crotch to find the hole but he kept his hands to himself, at least while we were in public, and assured me we could get the hole patched. Needless to say our next purchase was a set of bathroom scales! We cannot let this get out of control!

In the four weeks we have been married, we have learned much about each other. When you're not used to living with someone, especially of the opposite sex, there is much education to be had. Mark thought HE was normal and I thought I was normal, but what we're learning is that NEITHER of us is normal!

Mark is convinced that if I continue to loose the same amount of hair each day in the shower, that I will soon be in his situation with a bald head. I have assured him it is normal for females to loose a certain amount of hair. I also told him about  my dad's kind deed of unclogging my drains about once a year and how we always named the furry pet after it had been freed from the pipes. We have since purchased a drain protector.

And I think he is learning that when I make brownies he might want to tread along with a little more caution...

I am learning to laugh more and let the little things go. He's good at keeping me laughing. The other night I had on a little green sweat suit and he told me I looked like a ninja turtle. I'm not sure why, but that just cracked me up. Maybe because he said it so matter of factly. I love it when he makes me laugh!

We are both learning that as much as you can love someone, they can just as much irritate the snot out of you. But somehow you keep loving them. I heard a quote once that went something like: "I'd kill you if I wouldn't miss you so much." Truth. Enough said.

Overall, we are getting fat and are happily married. We've already started learning so much about each other and have so much more to learn. But in a nutshell, there's no one else I'd rather do life with!

For now, we are headed on our long awaited honeymoon!

More later!  

December 18, 2015


I’ve had a little bit of time lately to reflect. To reflect where I’ve been and where I’m going.

To remember the hard days and to recall the days of victory.

You see… all I’ve ever wanted was to be a wife and a mother. Some call me old school… truly though;  I didn’t want to be just  a wife and a mom. I wanted to be the best wife and mom possible. There were days that I wondered if my dreams would ever come true. There were days that I wondered if any good guys were still out there.

When I reflect on all of the emotions tied to this, I’m reminded of a song: “My Story” by Big Daddy Weave. Go listen to it here if you can. It sums up “my story” to a tea.
There’s a few catch phrases in there that should be in bold print. Like, “To tell you my story is to tell of Him”. So many of you know of the stories where He has showed up. Where He has intervened. Sometimes when I wanted Him to and sometimes when I didn’t. Nonetheless, it is HIS story. Not mine. He is doing the writing and I’m just following along.
After all, never in a million years would I have dreamed that I would be having a “Christmas” wedding. For years, my mom has wanted me to have a “Christmas” wedding. And for years I’ve told her I would NEVER get married at Christmas. Let alone in December. That puts a whole new spin on the saying, “Never say never”. If one more person tells me how nice it is that I’m having a Christmas wedding I am likely to blow a gasket.
However, I am humbled as I sit here at the wee hours of the morning finishing up the wedding plans while I play Christmas music in the background. You see... the irony in it all??? Christmas is my favorite time of year. And although I never even dreamed of getting married at Christmas, I am having the wedding of my dreams. But the funny thing is- as I was telling a friend the other day- I didn’t even know what my dream wedding was until it all started coming together. Every single detail has come together to a tea. And those of you that know me, know that to say I'm all up in the details would be an understatement. So you can imagine all of the details that have gone into this wedding. Most of you won’t even know the details put into each and every aspect. But I will. And my mom will. And He will. Because there is no doubt in my mind that He has orchestrated it all just how I wanted before I even knew what I wanted. Because there is no way I could have pulled it all off as smoothly as it has pulled off.
And, there is also no doubt in my mind that He has orchestrated all of the years leading up to this one. All the winding, bumpy, pothole-filled roads… I also know it will not be completely smooth sailing the rest of the way. In fact, the true journey has probably just begun. I am not sure what the future years will hold. But there’s one thing I do know: He has written the story thus far and He’s going to continue writing it. And I can’t wait to see where we go.
I am humbled and honored to have been chosen to become Mrs. Rogers this weekend.  Now off to get married.

November 29, 2015


I've put in some heavy mileage lately.

Physical mileage and spiritual mileage.

Most of you know I'll be moving to Cleveland, TN in December where I will begin married life with the man of my dreams.

That being said... I have a lot of my God conversations when I'm driving. To say I've had some time on the road to reflect on the mileage we've put in together would be an understatement. If I had to sum up the reflection in one word it would be humbled.

I am humbled.

At where He has brought me and where we are going. If you know me and know where I was this time last year, you know it is nothing short of a miracle for me to be where I am today. I'll elaborate soon so stay tuned.

October 30, 2015

Warrior Women

You know those times in life when you need someone to help you fight the war ?

It’s been one of those years where there’s been a lot going on.
Some really, really great things and some really, really bad things.

I’m so thankful to have warrior women in my life that help me fight the fight. They aren’t the typical church women that take your prayer requests and you wonder if they ever really go to bat on your behalf. They are the kind of women that press in with me, they practice this thing called life with me and they persevere with me and perhaps most importantly… they praise with me.

They stand with me when I have struck out (again).
And they rejoice with me when I have hit the home run.

The struggle is real.
The war is real.
My warrior women are real and for you I will forever be grateful.

Thank you is not enough.

February 27, 2015


Grace... a word I've been pondering for a bit now.

I was taking a nice quiet walk through the woods the other day after the snow fall and I was thinking. Sometimes thinking too much can get me in trouble. This episode was good though. I was thinking about how perfectly the snow fell.

How it landed perfectly on each and every branch... On each and every surface.

And then it hit me... His grace. It falls the same way! On us; on you and on me.

And then I was thinking about some decisions I've made recently. I need His grace. To fall on me ever so gently. Ever so softly. Just like the snow fall.

Check back soon for some more pics from my walk.

More later.

February 14, 2015


“My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.” –Unknown

On this Valentine’s Day when couples are celebrating their love for each other, I just want to take a quick minute to tell my dad thank you.

Thank you for taking me in as your own.
Thank you for working so hard to provide for our family.
Thank you for being there: day or night, rain or shine.  
Thank you for accepting me when I fail.
Thank you for cheering me on when I succeed.
Thank you for sacrificing and giving.
Thank you for protecting your community and your family.
Thank you for showing me how a man should treat his wife.
Thank you for being the solid foundation of our family.
Thank you for teaching me what unconditional love is about.

Thank you for everything you have done and are still yet to do!

“A daughter needs a dad to be the standard against which she will judge all men.”

And thank you for setting the standard high! 

More later. 

January 19, 2015


I wanted to get a post up back in November about what I have been thankful for over the last year, but I never did. Mostly because I just couldn't find the words to put around all of the moments that were so very special and gave me the gratitude to continue pressing forward in this thing called life.

Since I'm on a picture kick right now, I'll just share some pics of the moments that are etched in my heart. There are many more than could be shown, but here's a few of the extra special ones:

As usual... more later!