I like to jokingly call Mike “everyone’s husband” because he is the one all of my single (well and sometimes married 😆) friends ask for when something goes wrong.
A/C goes out? He’s on it. Need an oil change? I’ll send Mike over. Can’t figure out that weird noise your car is making? Yes, he can probably figure it out.
He’s the ultimate Mr Fix it... plus he’s easy on the eyes 😚
Our 6 year wedding anniversary is coming up and even though I know I have years of “loaning him out” ahead of me, I’m grateful that he ultimately is mine 😏
Babe, you are the best example of selflessness. Thank you for putting up with years of “hey babe my friend has this problem and....” without ever complaining. You have set an incredible example for what it means to be a servant leader. Plus you have set the bar HIGH for Annabelle’s future husband.. that poor guy is going to have some big shoes to fill.
I appreciate you (and so do all the people whose problems you’ve solved 😆). You are loved, highly respected, valued and oh so FLIPPIN’ HOT! 😍😍
It’s been difficult to organize my thoughts about the shooting in my hometown.
In general, I try to stay as far from politics as possible. I have yet to find a way to participate in them without compromising my own beliefs and values.
After hearing about the shooting in the Oregon District, I decided to turn on the news to follow the story. After 5 minutes, all I learned was that I will continue to remove myself from politics in general.
The shooting itself was horrific. The thought of human beings laying on the sidewalk, vulnerable and exposed... it all makes my stomach turn.
But beyond that... the response of the public... was almost equally as stomach turning.
What I saw was violence perpetuated. Fingers pointed. Leaders attacked viciously. Blame flying back and forth. It was ugly. And it made me think... no wonder we can’t stop these events from happening. We wonder where the violence comes from? It comes from those of us who choose to spit vile from behind a computer screen. No wonder we have more violence than ever.. we are literally breeding it.
Gun control might help. Stricter laws might make a difference.
But you know what would really help? Compassion. Unity. Basic human kindness. Those would definitely make a difference.
What if instead of attacking people we don’t agree with, we came together and said “no we don’t hurt one another”. What if we led by example and showed acceptance to everyone... not just people who think like we do? What if we respected one another- leaders included - so the very thought of hurting another person would be so outside our culture it was unheard of?
I know policy change is needed. I’ll leave that to those that are informed and qualified. But what I know we can do right now, before any laws are changed, is to change how we treat one another. Hurt people end up hurting people. Damaged people cause damage.
Our culture needs reform as much as our laws do. Violence is a heart problem as much as a gun problem. Laws may take a long time to change, but the way we treat one another can change right now.
#daytonstrong
If you’ve been following my stories, first of all.. you have a lot of patience because I talk a lot and make almost no sense most of the time- so thanks for dealing with that. 😘
BUT ALSO if you’ve been following... you may know that I am in the midst of a major season change.
My tiny precious infant baby children are somehow old enough to go to school FOUR DAYS/WEEK this fall and that means I am going to have time to, like, do shit. Weird.
I’ve been preparing for this season and I’ve been putting feelers into the universe to see what God has to say. Should I work? Yes. What kind of work? Okay digital marketing? Cool. Social media stuff too? great. I’m down. Should I work for someone? For myself?
God?
You there?
Did the call drop? HELLO?! 😑
Cool. He goes radio silent on the most important question.
Guys, my brain hurts.
I know, because I’ve been here before, that the fog will lift and the answer will be clear.
But right now it’s not clear at all. In fact, it feels really muddy and scary and confusing and frustrating.
This is what being a dandelion puff looks like. Floating is fun... until it’s not.
I’m ready to land...wherever He needs me... whatever that looks like...in His timing. (But if it could be soon and could be somewhere with good coffee and great vibes that would be great).
In October 2017, God told me to leave my job. He didn’t offer any explanation. Just “it’s time to go”. So I did. I left the job that was paying my family’s bills and I waited for my next steps. The following month, we visited my family in Georgia, fell in love with the area, and I heard God say “this is your next move”. 7 months later we moved to Georgia and realized our obedience had landed us smack in the middle of everything we had ever prayed for.
A few months later God led me to a freelance hiring site. I put in a few weak applications for web design, despite not knowing what web design even was. 🤷🏼♀️ #fakeittillyoumakeit
A few weeks later I landed a job that allowed me to bring in some income while learning about an industry I’d always been fascinated with. In the last 8 months that job has opened doors for me and helped me realize my passion for digital marketing.
This is how I operate. I’m a Dandelion Puff in the wind. God whispers, I respond with obedience. It’s taken YEARS of practice ... I’m sharing the highlights here but trust me there have been valleys so dark I wasn’t sure He would be able to find me. But it’s taught me to trust, even in the scariest, most questionable situations. And it’s taught me how to discern His voice above all others- a skill I am proud of and incredible grateful for. ❤️
Lately, God has been whispering again. It’s kind of like hearing a radio station go in and out. It’s not clear but I can make out the general idea.
So I’m walking towards what I think He’s saying. I’ll know when I’m right because the path will open up. That’s how God works... you can make a few missteps along the way but He’ll always make it clear when you’re on the right path.
He’s never let me down. Ever. Not once. No wonder I’m perfectly comfortable being a Floating Dandelion Puff... the wind always brings me back to Him. 🌱
