March 2, 2016

Sweet Spot

I've been saying for a bit, I would post my absolute, all time, most favorite wedding pic.
It's taken me a bit to get the words around what is really happening here, so bare with me while I try to explain all the emotion my amazing photographers captured for me. It's not a posed pic, you don't see our faces, and it wasn't even on "the list" of pics to get. But it was a moment and they captured the moment!
I heard the other day on the radio about gaining momentum... Like in tennis, for example. You swing that racket, but maybe the hit doesn't go exactly how you imagined. But you keep swinging and eventually you find your sweet spot. The spot where your wrist turns just right and you rock that swing. You've found your sweet spot, baby! And then the momentum begins!
That's what this picture is to me.
It's my sweet spot.
I have two of the greatest people by my side: my husband and my sister. And you'll see we are looking up at the sky. You may initially think we are looking at a flock of geese. But actually, we are looking at a flock of cranes. I'm not sure if a bunch of cranes is technically called a flock, but we're gonna go with it for now. K? :)
Those that know me, know that's my sweet spot with Jesus. I talked earlier about how hearts are a universal love language, but we also have individual love languages. Cranes are my personal love language (with Jesus that is... Don't everyone be going all crane crazy on me now!) and I always know He is near whenever I see them.
On this particular day, December 20, 2015 (the day I was to get married), it was unbelievable the number of cranes we saw. He's just that sweet to me- to fill my wedding day with cranes. Crazy to some, but sweet to me and those that know about my sweet spot.
I mean, if He gives me cranes every other day in school parking lots, flying over me on the interstate, in driveways, etc why wouldn't I think He's capable of giving me not only one crane, but a ton of cranes on my wedding day?  That's beside the point. I digressed...
The first time I heard of the cranes on the property was when I was inside getting my makeup done. My friend that was by my side with me all day had gone out to get something out of the car and told me about all of the cranes she had heard. Of course, my doubting self thought to myself; "What? Cranes? Out here in the middle of December?" And then the thought was shortly dismissed. 
Until... Later, this friend was outside again and told me she saw a huge flock of them flying over. "Okay." I thought. "You've got my attention now." I mean, I knew He was there on this extra special day, but with a bunch of cranes? Yes- He loves me that much. Now, I was dying to get outside so I could experience this myself.
Low and behold (after being told of several other sightings from various other people with me that day) we were outside taking some photos before the ceremony when we heard the cranes squawking while they flew overhead. I immediately ran out from the covered dock where we were taking pictures so I could get in my "sweet spot" and see these cranes for myself. I hollered for my photographers to get pics. They probably thought I was nuts for wanting pics of this. Wonder how many other brides have demanded photos of passing cranes?? This was a sweet, sweet moment and I'm forever thankful it was captured as a memory forever. And not only did they get this moment with the cranes but they got even more as they were flying overhead literally all day long!
There continued to be numerous sightings that day of these cranes. There's no other explanation other than He knows what He's doing and He knew I'd need that reminder to get in my sweet spot; in His presence when I'm loosing momentum.
Never mind there were absolutely no other crane sightings on the property during the several pre-wedding day visits we made to the site. He's just that good to put them there on MY special day just for me because He loves me THAT much.
I'll post more of the other crane pics later, but for now find your sweet spot and enjoy :)

February 16, 2016

Abundant (Love)

Being that we're in the month of love... (never mind that I'm a newlywed and all... *wink, wink*) the topic of love is high on the radar.

We all know the universal language of love is hearts. I've never been one that has really gotten overly excited at the site of hearts... heart shaped jewelry, heart shaped trinkets, heart shaped this, and heart shaped that. Yea- it just never really tugged at my heart strings. Actually, in all honesty all that lovey dovey stuff created more irritation in me rather than affection. I guess because I'm not one to follow the crowd and would rather show love and affection in a more personal way than how everyone else does it. It's easy to show love with a heart, but to really get to know someone and discover what speaks to their heart takes a little more effort.

That is... until I had a friend that would always talk about seeing these hearts and how she saw them as kisses from the Lord. Hmmmmm... now that got my attention. Hearts as kisses from above. When she would talk about kisses He'd sent her in the form of a heart shaped rock, a heart shaped cloud, a heart shaped shell, a heart shaped leaf, a heart shaped oil stain on the concrete (you get the idea) I decided I wanted some of that! I thought; if He'll send her kisses in the form of hearts surely He'll send me kisses in the form of hearts too. And so the search began. I started keeping my eye out for hearts and guess what?!?! Yep... I started getting hearts too! In every way you can imagine. Sometimes I didn't have to look very hard for them. And sometimes I did. This has been going on for years now.

I've been in a season where I hadn't been getting many hearts lately. So I had a conversation and it went kinda like this:

Me: Lord, I haven't been getting many hearts from you lately. I'd really like to see some hearts here soon.
Him: OK. Just ask Me for them.
Me: Fine. I will. I'd like to get a heart from you everyday for the next 30 days!
My Inner Thoughts: Oh, dear! I just asked for a heart every day for the next 30 days. That's a lot 
of hearts. I better start small and just ask for a heart every day for a week. Then we can reevaluate and extend it if things are going well.
Him: (Since He was listening in on my thoughts...) Really? You don't think I can send you a heart every day for 30 days? Who do you think I am?
Me: Yea- you're right. You're God. You can send a heart every day for 30 days. Let's start tomorrow! I'm looking!  

That was 15 days ago. And guess what? Yep... I haven't only gotten a heart every single day, but I've gotten multiple hearts each day. And a lot of the times, it's many hearts together at once. So we've been talking about His abundant affection and desire to provide. We're also talking about how love can still exist even when you don't see the hearts and how love is not based on how you feel. Ironic we're having this conversation when I'm a newlywed? Probably not... ;) We've got lots to talk about and I'm still on my 30 day heart challenge.

Back to the universal language of love... we also have a unique language of love. Some of you married folk may be familiar with the book, The Five Love Languages and you know what I'm talking about. You know how something may mean a lot to you, but it doesn't necessarily mean the same thing to your spouse? Well... He knows that love language too! I'm not just on the lookout for hearts. I have my unique little thing that He knows speaks just to me.

In fact, one of my favorite wedding pics captures it perfectly.

Stay tuned and I'll post it soon.

In the meantime... Feel the love. Share the love.
Let His abundant love consume you!

More later.

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.