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Hi.

Welcome to my blog. I am raising 5 kind humans, loving my husband, inspiring people to live passionate and fulfilling live while changing the world through food, faith and family. We believe we were meant for more, you were too. Choose your best life. This is ours. #TUFlife.

joy.

joy.

Oh, hear my prayer tonight, I'm singing to the sky
Give me strength to raise my voice, let me testify
Oh, hear my prayer tonight, 'cause this is do or die
The time has come to make a choice

And I choose joy
Let it move you, let it move you, let it move you
Yeah, I choose joy
Let it move you, let it move, let it move you

I have come to know the parable of the sower quite well. If you haven’t read it, I encourage you to (Matthew 13:1-23, Mark 4:1-20, Luke 8:4-15). This is my favorite of Jesus’s many parables as it is so applicable to anyone, anytime, anywhere in life. On a personal level, I am representative of the seed that is choked out by the thorns - anybody else feel me? Letting the cares and worries of this world prevent me from thriving in my endeavors, becoming who I am meant to be, impacting the world the way only I can and being at peace, joyfully.

Why?

Because life is hard. Because things go wrong. Because we live in a culture that says we should be a certain way, except that expectation is the thief of joy.

Y’all, of course the kids never nap at the same time. Of course the porch stain is the wrong color. Of course you forgot to purchase lunch this trimester (again!) Of course there are 17 field trips, a helping parent day and 1,000 rescheduled practices while you are supposed to be out of town. Of course as soon as I sit down to write, there is crying. These are not problems, dear friends, these are tests. Can you find the joy?

I can.

Right now, my husband who loves me, is outside in the dirt on his hands and knees. He is finishing work that I didn’t want him to do. Work that I berated him for over and over again because my focus was on the cares and worries of others. Am I guilty? Um, 100%. Alas, today I am receiving his gift. Today, I am finding the joy. Today, his butt crack is showing and I am sitting front and center. It is glorious. Not in a let’s get it on kind of way, keep in clean you sinners. More like a I’m going to go put a rock down his undies sort of way and it is hilarious.

I love my husband and the lengths that he goes to bring me joy, even when I am a huge B….fill in the letters.

So what cares and worries of this world are you carrying that are stealing your joy, robbing your peace and preventing your growth?

Find the butt crack and let them go.

Instant Gratification

Instant Gratification

Hallelujah Anyway

Hallelujah Anyway