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Oct

Cheerleaders Needed

There needs to be more cheerleaders in the world. People that come along side you and cheer you on... motivate you to keep going. To go further. To tell you you are doing a great job and remind you that you are capable of doing more then you think you are. Yes, the world needs more people like that. Genuine cheerleaders. Because truth be told, there are enough of the other kind. We don't need more people to point at you when you fall, or see you struggling and look the other way. We don't need people that will pick you up and when you are up and standing, look around to see if any one saw their good deed while patting themselves on the back. This world is already fully stocked up on that kind. The world needs true, genuine cheerleaders. Individuals that are not self-serving and help others even though there is nothing it for them. People that will come right next to you wherever you are and encourage you because they truly care about you and your journey. People that will tell you to reach further, fight harder, run faster, and go further then you had imagined.  
 
But in order for there to be more cheerleaders in the world, we each need to be a cheerleader for somebody else. We need to be that person. We need to come along side someone and root them on, telling them not to give up... That they are doing a great job and can do it. That they shouldn't settle for their comfort zone, but should strive to go beyond it. Even if someone is running a good race, everyone has doubts and fears. Fast and slow runners both need encouragement. Everyone needs a cheerleader and to be a cheerleader. The world needs more of those kind of people.

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Oct

Dear Sweet Greyson

Dear Sweet Greyson, 
 
This time last year, I was almost five and half months pregnant and I was finishing up our wedding season. I was LITERALLY counting down the weeks and days until I would meet your sweet face and hold you for the first time. Fall is my favorite time of year, but last year I honestly couldn't wait for it and winter to come and go so it would be the time of year that you would arrive. When my life would change so much for the better. 
 
This fall has been the most beautiful one yet. I have never seen such beautiful colors and such breathtaking details. Because now, now I see it through your eyes. The brightest red leaves need to be picked up and examined. Leaf piles should be walked through so that the crunching sound can be given proper attention. Leaves twirling through the air should be watched as the fall to the ground, one after the next. 
 
Truth is, as cliche as it may sound, everything is that much more awesome and beautiful. You are amazed by the simple wonders all around us, ones that I often pass by without notice. But you, you are intrigued and get so excited by the simplest things... the little things. It's an outlook I want to embrace and take to heart more. 
 
My world is more beautiful then I could ever imagine because of you my sweet love. I can't believe you are already 7 months old! 
 
I love you, 
 
Mommy 




This is his mom-I-am-done-with-this-whole-leaf-pile-photo-shoot-thing face. Such a cutie!

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Oct

For Everything, A Season.

I have been reminded a lot lately that there is a season for everything. For certain dreams, goals, relationships, struggles, and the phases in life we find ourselves in. And their purpose and timing may not be clear until afterwards, when we look back. But one of the beautiful parts about life is that it's not static. There is movement and chapters constantly beginning and ending. Some seasons are hard to say goodbye to while the ending of others are a welcome relief. But they all shape and mold us. They leave their unique fingerprints on who we are. And that... THAT is the amazing and exciting part of the ebb and flow of life, isn't it? Time will always come and go just as certain as the sun and moon will dance each day and night. There are lessons to learn and hope to be had. 
 
There are memories I have of times I wish I could relive again and again. But even as amazing as they were, I can't imagine living them again at this point in my life. I am reminded again and again, there is a season for everything.

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Oct

Blessings in the Rain

We dashed to our car in the driveway trying our best to dart between the raindrops and make it inside the car without getting wet. Needless to say Chris and I both got soaked, but Greyson was nice and dry bundled up in his covered car seat... smiling away. Or maybe he was laughing at all the raindrops on our faces. And of course of all the times we ran errands that week, the one time it was POURING I would forget something in the house. You know, when it's raining THIS hard I would need to run back and forth two more times. So much for trying to stay dry! I got drenched again as I ran to the door and slide on the floor just a little as I stepped inside and quickly walked down the hall and grabbed what I had left behind.  
 
Our house is a slight hot mess as we were remodeling our kitchen. I told Chris I had seen the Before and would love to let the After be a surprise. Now Chris loves pulling back the tarps each day to see the progress but I kind of wanted to be surprised. But, in that moment, I changed my mind. I slowly pulled the tarp back and took a step into our kitchen. I could hear the raindrops beating against the windows as I looked at the insulation, plumbing exposed and wires hanging. I took another step forward on the subfloor and was brought back in time. I had been here before. 
 
Years ago I went on two mission trips with my church to one of the poorest counties in the US which was in Kentucky. I honestly didn't know what to expect. But what I saw broke my heart and blew my mind. I can honestly say felt like I was in a different country. I never knew such extreme poverty like I saw first hand existed in our America. I was part of the group that dropped off food and clothes to folks in an abandoned car yard where some of them lived in and the shacks others called home. One of the couples invited us in to where they lived, with floors that were pieces of wood that moved as you stepped on them and were wet from the recent rain and pets relieving themselves anywhere and everywhere. There was no electricity and the plumbing was pretty much non-existent. But they were happy. They were grateful for a roof over their head and a place to call their own and were full of love for their family. They were thankful for the small things that most of us, including myself take for granted on a regular basis like fresh water. 
 
As I stepped into our stripped down kitchen I couldn't help but think back to these people. To think how those people I met all those years ago would have been grateful for a kitchen like this in the state it was in. One with running fresh water from one of the pipes, a dry warm space that was clean and free from feces and roaches. 
 
Visiting those people forever changed me. I hope I am always grateful for the abundance of blessings God has poured over my life. The big and little things. The things that so many of us including myself have come to expect. I want to never take anything for granted and to have a heart overflowing with thankfulness. Always.

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Sep

The Beauty Of Change

Here's the thing, I've always thought that I have never really been a huge fan of change. I am one of those girls that would sail in the if-it-ain't-broke-then-don't-fix-it stay-the-course boat into the sunset... You know, stay in my comfort zone and maintain perceived "control." Because change, well change can be scary because it can involve the unknown. Usually does. Change can ask us to hand over the reins, turn over the keys, let go of the safety line, throw away the well thought out map. It can ask us to do all these things in exchange for the unknown because change often comes with its bff - uncertainty. Change can tell us that we must steer off of that straight and well lit path we are on for a turn in a new direction. Change is something we always remember. We remember how change has brought some of our lowest lows and how it has brought some of our biggest joys. 
 
As much as I would probably like to think I am generally not a huge fan of change, I can't imagine what life would be like without it... Without those unexpected twists in the road and detours I never saw coming. I can't imagine if I had continued down a long straight road where everything was predictable and the end was known and clear from the beginning. Where it was all planned out and the excitement of change didn't exist. You see, change has brought me some of the best things into my life. Change has built character, brought love, tested strength, and fueled determination. It has made dreams reality. It has brought us out of current situations and put us in better ones. It has had us take one step backwards and two steps forward. Sometimes we choose change and sometimes it chooses us without our say.  
 
It is a leading writer in each one of our journeys and is a character that can be counted on to always show up without fail. Change is a necessary and beautiful part of life. 
 
With fall here and the leaves starting to change from green to oranges, yellows, and reds I am reminded of the beauty of change. I am in the midst of a season of change, some big and some small. And I am excited for them. I will embrace this new season and all the twists and turns that Change has up her sleeves.

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