Being a slave to reality.

Overwhelmed. So much that it takes your breath. So many “to-do’s” that you don’t do any of them. You brain has moved so quick for most of the day, you are too tired to think.

Too tired to think for yourself, much less the two little wild things running around your house.

How am I suppose to close my eyes when I have SO much on my mind. Things I still need to do, things I forgot to put on my list to do, something i didn’t give all my attention to today because I wasn’t focused, questions of quality time spent with family..was it enough, maybe it wasn’t.

This past weekend my husband and I took the whole day off [on Saturday] and spent some VERY MUCH NEEDED time with our kids. No phone calls, text, social media, TV, nothing. Just us, the kids, some fishing poles and a couple ponds in the middle of 1500+ acres of quietness.

Let me just say if you can’t find the missing piece to the crazy part of life you’re in. If you can’t focus. If you are feeling overwhelmed, over worked, and under joyed….Β TAKE A BREAKΒ from it ALL.

I have never felt so at peace, and soulful. My heart was calm. My mind was at ease. We listened to the birds sing, the wind blow, the quiet.

Time moved a lot slower.

It was like there was more sunlight that day, so we could fish a little longer. There were fish biting hooks that didn’t even have bait on them. There were giggles, LOUD giggles, screams full of excitement, smiles a county mile long. Oh my heart couldn’t have been happier.

That day, God handed it to me on silver platter. He reminded me of the reasons for my life that day. He showed me exactly what it means to work for him..instead of being a slave to reality.

So many times when we are stressed, aggravated, unhappy, tense, emotional…we really just need to take a step back, find some peace and quiet and let the Lord remind you of what you have been needing in your life.

Let Him refresh you, bring you back to Him.


Don’t be a slave to reality.

Hope — anchor me.

I struggle with the right things to say when I’m praying.

Like do I ask him for this, or do I just leave it out. Am I suppose to be praying out loud every time or can I let my heart talk.

Does it make me less of a follower of Christ because I don’t go to church every time the doors are open. Am I not favored because I had a child out of wedlock. Does he not look down and smile as much, because I know I sin more than others.

What does the future with my family look like. Do we shine the right light. Is it bright enough. Are my children understanding what me and my husband are trying to teach them.

My head is always full of questions. And alot of times, it wonders.

I don’t always feel as if I am on the right path and I often question what God is doing with my life.

I’m not always on my best behavior and alot of times I don’t set aside alone time with Him.

I fail every single day at being perfect.

Well what keeps you coming back to your Faith then?? Hope.

I have hope in my heart, and I know Jesus loves me.

He knows what my life has in store and has known long before my time. I just have to trust in him…and have hope.

His hope that I feel in my heart when I get that 5 minutes of silence….its more refreshing than any spa day or glass of wine could ever be.

It anchors me in my Faith, it keeps me grounded.

Let’s me know no matter what this life brings me, He is on my side, and I will not fail. He brings light to my darkness.

If you are feeling overwhelmed, he knows. If you are scared and unsure, he knows. If you are losing your Faith, he knows.

Let His hope anchor you during this hurricane called life πŸ’™

Effortless love.

The effortless love of being in love.

The love that is so easy, so unconditional, so comforting.

The love that makes you whole..literally it fills all the holes your heart has ever had.

The love that makes you smile with just a thought..and brings tears to know it was meant just for you.

A soul mate. The other half to your puzzle. The one that loves your flaws…which makes you love them even more. The one that knows, without a word, exactly what you need. The owner of the hugs that make your world not feel like it’s crumbling.

You are probably wondering if this person exist for you..and the answer is yes. But you need to know are this person for someone.

I love when I see a couple and they just compliment each other so well…just the vibe they put off, you know they are a power couple!

I love love. It’s like my favorite topic!

I think it is something that gets overlooked so much because so many people nowa days don’t really believe in it.

They think they don’t need someone because they are independent. That makes me sad for them..who doesn’t want someone to share their life with???

I do believe there is someone for everyone…..

go find em and love em hard πŸ’™πŸ’™πŸ’™πŸ’™

A trip to Heaven.

If i could take just one trip to Heaven, it wouldn’t be enough.

FOUR long years ago, my grandpa stepped into Heaven. He had been sick for some time and the cancer was just too much. He was ready to go to the other side, he told me one day “it’s just so much better there than here! I’m ready” and my heart knew that day, it wouldn’t be long.

He was my best friend. The man that helped mold me into this feisty but sweet woman.


We would go fishing a lot, it was his favorite thing to do. And because it was his favorite — it was also mine. He also loved to cook! Mostly anything us grand-kids liked or asked for! He ALWAYS put us first. There is six of us and he loved us more than life, literally.

My mom tells me often, when my kids BEG and CRY to stay at her house, ” you would do the same thing to stay at your Momma-Nita and Paws”. Every weekend just about, was spent with them! and I soaked up every last minute of it!

My pawpaw cooking french toast, eggs, bacon and sausage on a Saturday morning…nothing more i could’ve wanted!

I miss that man, oh do i miss him!

When we as a family first learned my grandpa had cancer, i remember being old enough to know what it meant, but not old enough to understand what it meant. I didn’t understand the fight he was about to endure. The courage it would take. The motivation he would need. The support he would need. The decision he would have to make. I was just not old enough to get that part of life.

He was never, ever scared. He said his heart was in the right placed, and he believed. If anyone thought he was scared — they were wrong.

He never lost the happiness, and he never stopped telling us it was all going to be okay. He was so at peace with what was coming – it was hard for me to understand how someone could be so calm, so happy, — so ready.


His death has took a part of my heart.

Although i do think about him every single day, some days are harder. Some days i feel him close to me, talking, laughing — teaching me even still. I know when I get that lump in my throat, he is here. I know he is watching over my children, my family, and I know in my heart – he is proud.

I wish he was here so my children could experience the love of Paw — there was and is nothing like it.

If i could just take one trip to Heaven, it would be to squeeze him one more time. To feel his scruffy beard kiss my forehead. It would be to hear him say “i love you sissy-roo” just one more time. It would be to have him give me -another- four leaf clover. It would be to hear him tell another crazy story about his momma! It would be to go fishing. It would be everything i could ask for — but it still wouldn’t be enough ❀

How unfair motherhood really is.

My oldest baby started kindergarten today <insert saddest face you’ve ever seen> and I just don’t know how we even got here.

For FIVE short (but oh so long) years I have been a momma.

Within those years I have come to realize something that is so true…if you disagree, we can’t be friends. [[I don’t have alot of friends — maybe this is why?]]]

Motherhood is the most unfair part of my life I have ever encountered…thus far! Before you judge the statement just hang on, let me explain.

What mom has something in her life that is ONLY hers. For instance, the sandwich you had for lunch today that your child took 5 bites out of. The drink you made yourself…that you didn’t even get to TASTE. The bed that you spent 10 minutes making…looks fabulous but here comes some T-Rexs fighting over fake food..on your bed. Yep there goes that good looking bed you just made.

How about the music you listen to in the car?? What about the volume of which you listen to that music….did you decide that? Or did you turn it down so you didn’t wake the sleeping bear in the carseat in the back?!

The hidden pack of gum you remember about…only to find someone else knew where it was also! That nice piece of furniture you bought because you just KNEW your kids were out of the stage of drawing on things…YEP theres permanent marker ALL. DOWN. THE SIDE.

Like have you ever had anything that no one wanted even just one little piece of..the dogs want it, the kids want it, your husband wants it…like EVERYBODY wants something of yours!!!

Motherhood is like this never ending game of give give give..>>>> but I remembered something today that made me realize no one else will ever be rewarded like we, as mommas, are!

These kids that make us literally go insane. Yeah , those crazies. They are more than anything we could have ever dreamed up. They are SO much more than what we deserve.

How amazing is it to know that these babies God has given us are allowing us to give to them?? Does that make sense???

Motherhood is such an unfair game of give give give….but i see a side that shows me how much I will NEVER take for granted the opportunity I have to give to these babes πŸ’™

It is unfair….and SO worth everything I’ve given up 😁

It takes a village…

My boys are LIFE. Simple as that.

We have somewhat of a large family, I think, and a lot of people who want to beΒ ARE involved in our kids lives. They are so loved…and we are SO blessed ❀

I always get a text during the week, sometimes at the beginning…some times at the end, from someone wanting to spend some time with out little fire crackers!

ahh ^^^ it makes my heart happy!

The struggle i use to have was this..if all these people want to spend time with my kids, they are teaching them and influencing them too! I battled with this because, like many moms and dads, I wanted my kids to be perfect angels >>>HAAAHAAA<<<<

Now my kids aren’t devils…but they do have a little of their momma in them..jk! (not really lol..ask my husband)

I ALWAYS think i can do it on my own – anything – just do it by myself! That is SO not how we should do life. We should rely on our loved ones, and they should know they can rely on us.

SO this is what I have learned over the last 5 years of raising these two little balls of greatness…IT TAKES A VILLAGE Y’ALL!

It takes grandparents – great grandparents – moms and dads – brothers and sisters – school teachers – daycare teachers – friends – aunt and uncles – other moms and dads. like seriously it takes so many people to raise a child!

We work so hard to teach them right and wrong, to teach them kindness, to teach them love. The village you are wrapping your children in needs to embrace those traits!!!

I LOVE MY TRIBE – y’all are the real MVP’s πŸ˜€