I’m in SUCH awe of how God manifests his faithfulness in my life.  I believe God meets every individual in different ways.  This is just where I'm personally confronted with His precious love for me. I find such rest through physical movement. Sitting still watching tv or scrolling social media isn’t where I come alive.  Actually, that kind of motionlessness kills my spirit. Idle time is no good for me.  It's actually no good for anyone. When I put everything I have into physical movement…it puts this girl at SUCH peace. Yesterday I shared (on Facebook) my raw feelings toward this new season I am in.  Closing a 10 year old chapter that happens to be my favorite season of life to date.  Staying home and raising small babies were so full of life and fun and busy and chaos and clutter and joy and peace and love and growth. It's been the best. So yeah.  This ...

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Oh how I miss blogging on a weekly basis. Truth is....I like blogging WAYYYY more than I like posting on social media.  I love....and I mean LOVE to write.  It's therapy to me like painting and creating music is to an artist.  It's my form of art.   T H E R A P Y!   I don't have a specific blog theme.  I write about life.  About our life.  If you search my 'archives' you'll find one about sex...right next to the one about my worship workout playlist....right next to the one about how hard momhood is. When my business took off a few years ago blogging had to take a back seat.  It was hard but I am only one person and my energy went where there was fruit from my labor. But when my littlest starts Kindergarden in the fall--blogging is one of the first things I'm diving into.  Along with daytime bubble baths ...

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HEY HEY! I’ve been so excited to give you guys a power packed playlist. Nothing fills my soul quite like moving my body to the sound of worship music. Like.  N O T H I N G! I meet Jesus in these moments.  I feel warmth, chill bumps, and freedom.  I feel truly ALIVE.  A oneness with Him takes over and it’s amazing.   The very last song on this playlist is there to be a powerful ending.  A slowing down.  An arms-raised moment of gratitude. Just say the name of JESUS! When you decide to change your life.  God helps you lose weight. Not pounds.  But he will help you peel back layers of guilt, shame, rejection, and any other junk that is standing in your way of God’s best. Let HIM help you lose that ‘weight’.  The pounds will fall after you tackle the weight that comes from within. Here’s a powerful playlist that I drummed up for ...

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I’m gonna save the chatter and just get right to the recipe. This was off-the-charts delish & nutrish. (Totally word stealing from Rachel Ray--GAH!  I love her cuteness!) You’ll need: 1 spaghetti squash 1 large jar of spaghetti sauce 1.5 pounds of ground turkey 1 small onion diced 1 egg 1 tsp sea salt & pepper 2 garlic cloves (or more if you are a major garlic fan--I sure am!) 1/4 c grated parmesan cheese 1/4 c whole wheat breadcrumbs Preheat oven to 400 degrees, cut the spaghetti squash lengthwise and gut out the seeds, etc.  Spread coconut oil or olive oil on the squash and add a touch of salt and pepper.  Place it flesh side down on the sheet pan and cook for about 40 minutes.  I always check it around 35 to see if it’s done.  You’ll know it’s done when you can grab a spaghetti-like fork full with ease when you scrape off the top.  It shouldn’t be ...

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There are so many different things about who I was then, in 2000: And who I am now, in 2016: I’d truly hate to think that my transformation was promoted as simply physical.  I’ve been helping women that have a tremendous amount of weight to lose for over 3 years. I have yet to have a single case where their journey didn’t bring them to (AND THROUGH) some tough mental and emotional trials. Baggage that I am just not qualified to sift and sort through.  I can simply share my truth, extend TONS of grace, and encourage them to NEVER quit trying.  Encouragement is a tremendous God-given gift of mine and I love serving others in this capacity. I am NOT a therapist.  But.  I did GO to therapy.  And I strongly encourage others to seek the same help. I used to shy away from admitting that I ever ’needed’ therapy.  Like it made me ...

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Okay so I have been SO excited about crockpot season approaching. Easy ticket out of the kitchen during witching hour.  Yes, the hour that you turn into a witch (kind of).  The dreaded slice of time while you’re hammering out homework, signing folders, unloading the dishwasher--just to make room for the dirty ones that are on deck.....all while trying not to burn what’s cooking. And breaking up sibling spats, sharpening pencils, giving snacks to stave off the hunger, and trying to leave for guitar lessons and cheer practice on time. Yes.  That hour. Witching hour. My number one passion lies in serving my fellow Mamas. I get it...serving hot dinners (and healthy ones) can be a huge chore.  One that can easily get traded up for a drive thru trip. But.  You can totally do the fast food thing.  You throw dinner in the crockpot at 9 am.  And fast enough, it will be 5 pm...and ...

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This is just a little love note to all the Moms out there holding it down.  I see you.  I am you.  We are all in this sucker together. I freaking love Moms.  All of them.  We all suck at it sometimes. But also…we are all pretty dad gum good at it, too. I mean.  It’s not easy being at guitar lessons, cheer practice, AND and open house night for Pre-K….all at the EXACT same time. But somehow.  Moms can make it all work.  And every Mom is guilty of rushing everyone into the car with that 'mean mom' voice. Yelling from the front seat to stop fighting and buckle up.  Only to walk in where you’re headed with the fakest, ‘i’ve got this all together’ smile on your face. Except those Moms that don’t do the fake thing.  I like them the most.  They walk in saying, “I give up.  I need wine!”. Even when ...

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I’m going there. Cause it needs to be said.  This is a HUGE deal.  Sex is one of the most important ingredients of a marriage. And not just for the man.  Even on the nights ‘I’d rather not’, there’s a sense of human connection that lives on for days after the fact. Then why is it SO HARD to have this one area in sync at all times in your marriage? Well.  I don’t know the answer to that.  But I do have a lot of facts I mean opinions on this matter. For starters.  Every woman reading this has that ONE friend.  Because honestly.  I only have ONE girlfriend who is always hot-in-the-pants, ready, and willing...at all times.  Because yes.  Women talk about this stuff.  A lot. Even the ‘good girls’ talk about it.  Trust me.  I have awesome girlfriends and we all talk about SEX!  I’m usually the one that starts it...but still. So. ...

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I don’t even know where to start. Except for October of 2012.  Almost 4 years ago. I received a phone call that made my back catch the wall as it took me to my knees on the way down. My Father had passed away. Those tears were the most confusing set of tears I had ever poured out.  I wanted to remember the good times.  Because when he was sober, he was so undeniably hilarious, giving, life-loving, and wonderful.  Just so wonderful. But I got a total of maybe 30 of those days in my entire lifetime.  I was 34-years-old when he passed away...so you can do the math there. But.  Unfortunately, the memories that wouldn’t stop flooding my brain was the actual life that he DID live.  I never mourned his death (sorry if that sounds heartless...I’m just being so real!), it was his life that I mourned. The people he hurt. And the generations ...

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It’s true. Your kids will never be able to love you the way that you love them. I get it. And that’s the cool part about this love I hold for them. I do not need it in return. They didn’t do a single thing to earn my love. Time doesn’t make it stronger. It’s just there. Instantly. And quite honestly, it shakes your whole foundation at first. It kinda freaked me out to love someone as much as I did my first born. Like. How am I supposed to function with this paralyzing type of emotion for the rest of my life? My son totally shook me to my flipping core. It wasn’t until I became a Mother that I realized just how much my own Mom loved me. I mean yes, I love her dearly. But it pales in comparison to the love I have for my own babies. Before children, my Mom she ...

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