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My Facebook Life Honesty

My Facebook Life Honesty

I read yet another article about the truthfulness of Facebook the other day, and it got me thinking.

We’ve all heard a saying naming Facebook someone’s highlight reel. And it’s so very true. But that’s not how I want to live my life, and it’s certainly not how I want to be with you here in this special place.

I’m totally guilty of this, and for the most part, I think we are all doing it somewhat unintentionally.

Who really ever thinks to post a picture of their kids being disobedient or throwing a fit? When I’m drowning in laundry, do I really think to come up for air and snap a quick pic?

It’s much easier to just post pictures of your kids smiling or doing something fun, because those are the things you want to remember.

But sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in everyone else’s highlights while being lost in your own regular life and feel some emotions that aren’t ideal.

Jealousy, loneliness, inferior, ungrateful.

So just to remind you what life really looks like behind the Facebook curtain, here’s just a little glimpse into my life this week. These pictures were taken yesterday, after week #2 of Spring Break, and Ty was out of town for the weekend.

If I’m being honest, I will tell you that I wasn’t too tired to pick up. I wasn’t too busy (though we were super duper busy cramming all of life into the last week of break), and I wasn’t overwhelmed.

I was simply being lazy.


See the pans from the Rice Krispie treats I made on Friday and then cut and wrapped at the coffee table? I didn’t even move them to the sink.

That’s all paperwork that needs to get dealt with sometime when I can actually sit down and focus on 300 individual little tasks all at once. So, I’m guessing not any time soon.

Looking at the mess, I would think, “Yeah. I don’t feel like doing this right now. Probably not tomorrow, either. We’ll play it by ear.”

I just plain and simple didn’t care.

At all.


See what time it was? I had spent the last three hours watching TV and browsing Pinterest. I totally could have done something about this mess. I was just too lazy.

Need a plate? Grab one out of the dishwasher. Less to empty whenever I decide to pull things back together.

Really, that’s just good planning ahead, if you ask me.

Coming home from the park – just leave the bag on the counter in case we go again sometime in the next…ever. Hopefully I at least remember to put the fridge stuff away so I don’t have to throw it all away tomorrow.


Nope. Got distracted.

Need to eat at the table? Just move stuff to the side. It’s a lesson in stacking and balance.

See? We’re learning things.

I couldn’t even bear the thought of cooking. Dinner out!

There were clothes all over the floor from the countless wardrobe changes my kids made all week long.


You guys, there were dishes in the sink for over 5 days. I was definitely dreading the smell. I’m not gonna lie…I gagged when I finally did the dishes.


Even my bathroom was in shambles.


Just whatever.

Our teeth were clean and no one would ever guess the state of our disheveled home based on how we looked, so I count that as a win.

This isn’t a lesson in seizing the moment and choosing to live my life instead of caring about my house. I had time to do both.

I just chose to sit down and watch TV when I got the kids to bed rather than clean. I chose to sleep in instead of waking up to do some laundry before we left for the day. I made the decision to leave things where they didn’t belong because, well, walking that far sounded…hard.


Yesterday, school started again, and I decided that it was probably time to pull it back together. And again, in the spirit of honesty, it didn’t even take me that long. Being lazy didn’t even set me back that far. The whole downstairs mess (including dishes) and two loads of laundry took a little over an hour.

I didn’t even learn my lesson.

Here’s to hoping that you can see past the glowing, matching outfitted, perfectly filtered, cheerful posts of your feed today and remember that their life is just as normal and roller coaster-y as yours.

Love you!

Slowing Down

Slowing Down

God’s been teaching me something this week.

For the whole week, I have been so sick.

When I say “down for the count,” I mean it.

For the last few weeks, I have been on overload. Warp speed. Hyper drive.

I’ve been overloaded, overcommitted, overbooked, and overtired. I’ve mentioned before that I am a person who thrives on a full schedule, and for the most part, that is true. But this time, it’s been extra. Sometimes it gets away from me and all of a sudden, I’m dragging myself out of bed way too early, barely making it through the busy day, and falling into bed way too late.

That’s what has been going on these last few weeks. I was feeling like I couldn’t take a full, deep breath. Not figuratively, but physically. I felt like I was so busy that I was out of breath.

One of the things that I hate the most is being late. I feel so rude being late. And these last few weeks, I don’t think I’ve been on time anywhere other than school, and that’s only because I know that you get in trouble for that, rather than people just writing you off as a person who’s always late.

I used to never be late. Lately I’ve been late to everything, and it makes my skin crawl.

On Friday, we had the women’s conference at our church, and it was so great! But, in true busyness fashion, I volunteered to greet both days. I think this was my first mistake. Don’t get me wrong – it was great hanging out with my friend Brandy and my mom and sister while we greeted all the women attending this conference. I enjoyed it a lot! But I stood in the Arizona sun for 2 hours on Friday, and then after a very late night that night (chit chatting….you know how we do.), we had to be back super early Saturday morning.

I felt it later that Saturday. And by Sunday, I was toast.

You guys, hear what’s wrong with this next statement.

I took two 2-hour naps on Sunday.

I know.

I have some amazing help in my life. Ty and my in-laws took my kids for both naps and left me undisturbed.

Which is great, because I already could tell something was wrong. My body was having a hard time functioning properly. I was tripping over myself, words were getting jumbled, and my hands were shaky. I couldn’t think straight.

Today is Friday, and I have been the same way and worse since Sunday. I’ve been trying to sleep more than ever this week, between naps and going to bed earlier than I’ve ever gone to bed. I’ve had fevers for hours on end every single day this week, which peak in the middle of the night, making my sleep restless.

And in the meantime…our whole house has imploded on itself. There is so much laundry to be done, so many dishes, and filth everywhere.

This is the laundry.


And the suitcases from when Ty went out of town last week and the women’s conference this weekend that have still pretty much not been unpacked yet. Mostly just stuff pulled out and thrown everywhere.


And the mixture of dishes. Some clean and ready to be put away, and some that need to be washed before the smell drives me to a hotel. If you just keep using the clean dishes out of the dishwasher, pretty soon you won’t have to empty it. Just sayin’.


This week has been hard for my heart. I’ve been cranky, helpless, and at the mercy of these fevers. My kids have been under the weather, too, so it’s been very lazy around my house this week. They’ve both been so understanding about me being boring and sick. Noah even asked if he could keep me company in my hot bath to try to break my fever. So I put on my bathing suit and we played cars in the tub. Just whatever works, you guys.

Yesterday when I was text-lamenting to my friend, Brittany, who is very much like me, she texted me back and said, “I seriously think it’s so so hard for people like us to give ourselves a break without feeling guilty.”

That’s what it was…I was feeling guilty for being sick and sitting on the sidelines. Ty was picking up what slack he could, my kids were enduring more hours of TV than I care to admit, and we were eating cereal or oatmeal for multiple meals. I just didn’t have it in me.

My family, my house, my life were suffering. I cancelled many plans and meetings, and neglected quite a few tasks due to being sick.

It felt so good yesterday to get that message from Brittany and be reminded that I am able to stop when my body is BEGGING me to. God had everything under control. I needed to be reminded to rest and be still. I was so weary, and God has given me rest this week.

I hope that we can all remember that the functioning of the world does not rest on our shoulders, and God would so love to spend the time with us, and He’d love to bless us with people to give us help. He did both of those things for me this week. It was a great time to be still and know that He is God. And to feel His love through those who loved me and blessed me with their help this week.

May you get some time this week for rest (without this terrible sickness, I hope!)

Do you have as much of a hard time stopping as I do? When you’re sick does your whole life fall apart like mine?

Prayer Tasks

Prayer Tasks

Hello again!

Today I wanted to share with you some thoughts about what I’ve been reading lately. I just started reading “Women Living Well” by Courtney Joseph. She’s got a blog called Women Living Well (find her here). Another blog that I love to read, Biblical Homemaking (check it out here), is doing a book study on the book. You still with me?

Anyway, I have joined a book study with some women from my local moms group to study “Women Living Well.” This week was just chapters 1-3 (I think we’re a week behind the study on Biblical Homemaking).

These first chapters are all about slowing down and making time to just walk with the King. It has been a struggle for me to choose spending time with Jesus lately instead of checking out in front of the TV or instead of tackling my to-do list that will never end.

To be honest, that’s such a stupid choice, because I am so anxious to BE Jesus to people, and yet I’m so quick to decide not to spend time WITH Jesus to learn how to be like Him. Being a sinner makes me an idiot.

But, that being said, I have been missing feeling close to Jesus. I miss talking to Him throughout my day. Courtney reminded me of something that I had forgotten about. It used to be such a blessing to me a long time ago, and I’m not sure why I let it fall by the wayside. Being a sinner makes me an idiot, remember?

She suggested, among other things, to pray through some of my tasks for the day.



I used to do this on a smaller scale, but I am implementing this in a much bigger way, starting today. So here are the prayers I will be praying over my family and home while I’m doing some housekeeping tasks. My “Prayer Tasks,” if you will.

 Making the bed: I will pray for our marriage – for our communication, for our attitudes, for our intimacy.

Laundry: I want to be thankful for the ability to clothe my family and for the abundance of clothes we possess..

Ironing: I really only iron Ty’s work clothes, so these prayers will be around his business. I will pray for his business dealings, that he would be protected from bad business deals, and that he will be rewarded for conducting business with such integrity. I will also pray for his reputation and his standing in the community. Finally, I will pray that he will work diligently, be focused, and efficient – his is a busy business, and it is easy to get overwhelmed. **As a side note, I will also be praying for those who work for Ty. They are a blessing to us, and I am so grateful for all the work they do.**

Cooking: I will pray for the health of my family and for each of them to develop the skills to make good choices when it comes to eating healthy foods.

Dishes: I will be thankful for the closeness we fostered while eating our meal, the conversation we had, and for the ability to feed my children until they are full.

Sweeping and mopping: I want to pray for the feet that walk through my home on a daily basis, whether they are guests or residents. I pray that they would be the feet of Jesus, both in our home and in the world.

Island: This is the gathering place for all the clutter in my house. And in times that we have so much going on in our lives, this particular spot bears the brunt of the mess. So in this place, I am so grateful that we have so much richness and fullness in our lives that this place becomes piled so high. (This place to pray was given to me by one of the girls in the study…smart lady!)

Driving to and from school: Every day on the way to school we pray. Now we will be praying for my boys to be eager learners, kind classmates, and attentive listeners. I hope that they are lights for Christ. I pray that they will be protected from harm, unkindness, and distraction.

I’m starting to brainstorm different ways to remind myself to be praying for these things as I do these tasks. I think little notes will be a good start.

What a great way to spend the day with Jesus, sharing my daily life with Him! I hope you’ll join me!

Have any ideas of how to remind myself to pray at these specific places and times? What are the tasks that you will pray through this week? 

A State of Disarray…

You guys…

My house is a nuclear waste site disaster! 

Today is a day of honesty here on the blog. I have heard a few comments similar to, “How do you do it all?” or “Your house is always so clean!” since I have started my blog.

Well, my friends, prepare yourselves for the following pictures. I hope to shatter those perceptions with these pictures, because that is not who I am. Have you heard me mention I’m a basket case?