How My Husband Encourages Me

I am so thankful to have a husband who encourages me and who has my back and truly wants the best for me and our kids. This year we will reach 11 years of marriage. There have been many ways Josh has encouraged me during this time. You can read more about how we met and what the last 11 years have looked like HERE. Josh has been doing something for over a year now that has brought real encouragement to me and I would like to share what that is and why it is encouraging and motivating me.

He Spends Time In The Word

Josh made a commitment 18 months ago to read the entire Bible and he recently finished. This was his first time reading it through in its entirety and I am so proud of him. This will be my third year of reading through the Bible and somedays it is challenging for me to want to read my Bible. But seeing my husband reading and us being able to talk about what we are each individually learning has been amazing.

My husband spending time in the Word has been a huge encouragement to me. And I think the biggest reason it is encouraging me is because Josh isn’t speaking God’s truth out loud anymore because he has heard a pastor preach on it. He is speaking God’s truth more and more because by reading the Bible and making it a priority in his life he is allowing the Holy Spirit to transform him.  When you see someone you love being molded more and more into the image of Christ it is praiseworthy. Not because of what Josh is doing but because of what Christ is doing through Josh.

How This Encourages Me

This reminds me that I constantly need to check my motivation behind what I am doing. The best things in life I do will be meaningless in eternity unless I am doing it to point others back to Jesus and not to myself. And the only way that will happen is if I allow the Holy Spirit to continue to transform me. Seeing other believers dedicating daily time to God’s word continues to motivate me and keep me accountable to spending time in reading the Bible even on days I don’t feel like it.

In order to grow in the fruits of the spirit (Galatians 5:22-23) I need to spend time growing in the knowledge of God through his word. Complacency and distraction will not help me to learn more about God and his character but it will keep me at the center of my own story.

In order for others to see Jesus in me I need to daily remind myself that I am not at the center of the story. The Bible does not revolve around me. The Bible tells the the complete story of God’s plan from creation, the fall, redemption, and to restoration.

How This Can Encourage You

If Josh and I have been able to read the Bible and experience life change that only God can bring you can too!  There is no magic plan just commitment and self-discipline to spend time in God’s word. If you are wanting to start reading the Bible check out The Bible Project or start in the New Testament. This year I am Reading God’s Story: A Daily Chronological Bible which uses a six day a week reading plan to read through the entire Bible in 365 days. I am really enjoying it and am surprised how much more I am understanding in the Old Testament. Whatever plan you decide to use just stick with it, I promise it is worth the time and effort.


Muffins with Mom 2018

Yesterday the kids and I celebrated muffins with mom at preschool. The teachers and staff at their school are amazing and make each event feel so special. I just adored everything and seeing my littles so excited to give me their presents was precious.

I am still in slight denial that tomorrow is our oldest’s last day of preschool and he will be off to to elementary school in August. Seriously how does this happen so quickly?

My kids nailed their questionaries and picture drawings of me even down to my favorite lululemon shirt.

Being a mom is amazing. I am so thankful for extra special days to celebrate and enjoy time with my kids.

Funny story, I had it on my calendar that muffins with mom was actually last week so we arrived early to preschool only to discover the parking lot empty. That morning we had an impromptu donuts with mom at the grocery store down the road instead. The glitch on my calendar allowed for more quality time with my older two and for that reason I don’t count it as a mistake but an unexpected blessing.


The Mama Confessionals: That Time Our Family Had The Stomach Flu

The day started out like any normal day but by the time all the kids were down for their afternoon naps my stomach wasn’t feeling quite right. Thankfully my husband was home and not working at the fire station this particular afternoon.

The house was quiet and peaceful but my insides were anything but. And soon I found myself making a mad dash to the bathroom as my stomach heaved up everything I had eaten that day. As I lay curled around the toilet I was so thankful I had given the bathroom a good scrubbing earlier. It is truly the little things friends.

After I had expelled what I assumed was the entire contents of my stomach another round of cramps, spasms, and intestinal distress hit my body. After it was over I slowly lowered myself back down to the cool tile floor. This happened for another two hours. My husband entered the bathroom to check on me and discovered me in the fetal position hugging the toilet with my pants around my ankles. Basically the most flattering position ever.

He asked if I needed anything, let me know he was taking the kids out for dinner, and that he would be picking up a prescription of Zofran for me at the pharmacy. And with that he earned himself the best husband of the year award.

As my family left, I managed to crawl my way out of the bathroom onto the carpet and waited. A few more trips back and forth to the bathroom to continue to empty my already empty stomach was how I spent my time waiting for my family to return. Shortly before the kids bedtime my husband entered our master bedroom with a water bottle and the anti-nausea medication. Hallelujah!

An hour later the cramps and nausea had started to subside and I decided a shower would be a good idea. After getting cleaned up and smelling much better I was looking forward to crawling into bed for the rest of the night when I heard a commotion happening outside the bedroom door. The kids had been asleep for 45 minutes at this point as I heard my daughter retching in the hallway and I knew the night had only just begun.

On the other side of the door I had no way of knowing that my husband was frantically carrying our daughter into the hallway as she continued to be sick. In a panicked rush to get her off the now soaked carpet he placed her on the tile in the bathroom where she proceeded to get sick on the floor, cabinets, and into the baby bathtub. Picking her up again he finally decided to place her in the bathtub which is where I found her.

There was no way to prepare for what I saw when I opened the bedroom door and followed the trail of vomit from the hallway into the bathroom. It was everywhere. The horrible stench filled my nose and made my eyes water. I carefully got her out of the tub and set her on the floor and went to work quickly cleaning. With the bathtub clean I filled it with water confident that she wouldn’t get sick for the short amount of time I needed her in the tub to rinse her off. I was wrong.

While my husband stripped the sheets off her bed as quietly as possible in hopes of not waking her two brothers I tried to clean her up best as I could. The clean bathwater quickly became not so clean as she continued to get sick and all I could do was praise God for Zofran.

I cleaned her up to the best off my ability and set her in front of the television with a garbage can. I then went to work trying to clean the large chunks of partially digested food out of the carpet in the hallway. I came up with the brilliant idea that I would vacuum the vomit up out of the carpet. It worked amazingly well and I then sprayed carpet cleaner all over the offending odor and stain that remained. I scrubbed away until the hallway looked fairly decent. I went to lay on the floor next to my daughter exhausted. Thinking I had at least 15 minutes to rest before she became sick again I heard my husband trying to get our oldest out of the top bunkbed. Which could only mean one thing.  And yes friends, he was also sick.

After cleaning up the bottom bunk bed my husband decided to check on our oldest and the baby one last time before closing the door. I am not sure how both boys slept through everything up until this point. As my husband checked on our oldest sleeping he discovered a mountain of vomit piled perfectly on his comforter. This child does not liked to be disturbed from his sleep and was reluctant to move until my husband told him he could come watch a movie with his sister. How the baby slept through all this amazes me. I now had two kids with me, with garbage cans, watching a movie while my husband started to clean up our kids bedroom in the dark so he didn’t wake the baby.

It wouldn’t be until the next morning when we discovered the true aftermath of what had happened. The wall had taken on a new texture and color and was covered in vomit as was the kids bunkbed. Upon examining the crib we saw that there was a small pile of vomit that had landed within inches of the baby’s head while he slept.

With the washing machine working overtime late into the hours of the early morning the house became quiet once again. The television was turned off, the kids weren’t getting sick as frequently, my stomach was doing better, and the three of us camped out in the living room with hope that Josh would be spared from getting sick as well.

But alas, that was not to be. Our entire household became sick with this horribleness. And our poor daughter had it off and on for 4 days. As awful as this was at the time sometimes you just have to laugh. Which is what we did over the course of this weeklong battle with the stomach bug. Being upset wasn’t going to help and when we think back over how we must have looked and acted during this weeklong illness we can’t help but giggle. In the back of my mind this scenario had always been one that I had hoped to never experience. But we all survived, minus a few pounds.

Oh, and just in case you were wondering, don’t vacuum vomit up off the floor with your vacuum. This incident happened several weeks ago and after disinfecting our entire Dyson it has just recently stopped smelling like vomit each time we use it.