Day 29: Hopes, dreams and plans you have for the next 365 days.

Day 29: Hopes, dreams and plans you have for the next 365 days.

This has been a biiiiggggg year for me.

I learned so much about God, me and how much I need to submit to Him in trust.

(BTW, It all turns out better in the end that way.)

Things are different than I thought, but way better than I could imagine. I’m so glad I’m not in charge of my life’s plan. I’d miss the best things.

The past month has been, like, one of my favorite EVER.  And it all came straight from God’s hand.

So my hopes, dreams, and plans for the next year are…

To grow closer to God, and to follow hard and fast after His heart.

To prepare myself for the things he has called me to, now that I have a slightly better view of what they are probably going to be.

To revel in the blessings he has given little undeserving me. If He causes our cups to run over…then I feel like He is dumping a bathtub on top of me right now.

Day Twenty-Eight – A Scar You Have and Its Story

One time, I did a really dumb thing.

This dumb thing resulted in a little scar the shape  of…well, we’ll get to that in a moment.

A have a few scars on my feet. Most of them are from uncomfortable shoes. (Ahem.) But one of them is not.

The scar has resided on my foot ever since the day I decided to wear flip-flops to the shooting range.

I learned that lesson the hard way.

My sister started shooting a Ruger 10/22 beside me, and did not call out “Fire in the hole!” To let us know that she was about to shoot.  One of the hot casings flew out and landed on my tender flesh.  I got it off quickly, but it still left a bullet shaped wound.  I’ve used scar cream, and it has now faded a good bit. A fact for which I am very thankful.

But today I was thinking, “this is a funny story, but what about the man who was born to take a scar on His foot?”

My faded scar seems pretty insignificant next to the ones I will see one day in the hands and feet of Jesus. He lived for thirty-three years knowing that one day nails would be driven into Him, and that the marks they left would remain forever.

His scars have a story.

This reminds me of one of my favorite song lyrics:
“There were scars before my scars, love written on the hands that hung the stars, hope living in the blood that was spilled for me.” – JJ Heller

How deep was His love for us, that He would pay our ransom in such a physical, painful way.

Because of those scars, we live.

Isaiah 53:4-6
Surely he has borne our griefs
 and carried our sorrows;
  yet we esteemed him stricken,
 smitten by God, and afflicted.
 But he was wounded for our transgressions;
 he was crushed for our iniquities;
 upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
 and with his stripes we are healed. 
All we like sheep have gone astray;
 we have turned—every one—to his own way;  and the LORD has laid on him
 the iniquity of us all.

1 Peter 2:23-25
When he was reviled, he did not revile in return; when he suffered, he did not threaten, but continued entrusting himself to him who judges justly.  He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed. For you were straying like sheep, but have now returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.

Day Twenty-Seven – A Physical Feature I Love

There are a lot of physical features that I love. I think that God did a wonderful job creating the human body. It’s beautiful.

One that I really love though, is hair.

And no I have not seen Tangled, although it looks like my sister could have tried out for the part of Rapunzel. 😉

God said “but if a woman has long hair, it is her glory? For her hair is given to her for a covering.” (1 Cor. 11:15)

That is why a woman’s hair is so gorgeous. So radiant. It was designed to be part of our beauty.  (Guys can have great hair too, but today I’m talking about the girls.)

These are the styles I’m kind of going for with my own hair. I  happen to have similar hair to these particular ladies.

(Princess Kate)

(You might recognize this song by this beautiful woman of God.)

Even though I’m not a Princess with someone to do my hair everyday, or a singer getting ready for a photo shoot, I’ve found that this style is super easy. It’s almost no work at all. (It takes a littler longer for curls, but I don’t do that everyday anyway.) For me and the time I have to spend on my hair everyday, this is awesome.

But my hair aspirations aside, I think that all kinds of hair is beautiful. Blond, red, black. Curly, wavy, pin straight. What kind of hair did God give you? Do you delight in it? Have you found styles that work, as I (finally) did?

Enjoy your hair girls. God didn’t have to give it to us, he could have made us all bald for goodness sake. Or He could have said that the men should have the longer hair and we women had to cut ours short.

I’m so glad that He didn’t say that.

Day Twenty-Six – A Childhood Memory

I had a good childhood. Lots of fun stuff balanced by wise parents who never spoiled me.

Plus, I have a lot of younger siblings, so life is never boring.

One memory though, that really sticks in my head, is the time my parents surprised us with a chance to meet some of our favorite singers.

We drove hours to Brentwood, TN, and arrived at a church I’d visited a few times before. The same Church that people such as Steven Curtis Chapman attend.


We knew that we were going to a concert, but we didn’t know who it was. We were trying to guess…


I walked through the door and saw a big poster of my all time favorite artist. Sara Groves.

Can you imagine my smile?

It turned out that one of our other favorite artist was also there, Charlie Peacock. I grew up listening to him.

Brandon Heath was there too, although we barely knew who he was. We hadn’t heard “Give me your eyes” or anything off that album. Not until later that night at least.

So I thought that that was it. And it was amazing! I was super excited.

And then…

A lady walked up to us and said, “Hi guys! Come with me.” and she began to walk with us. “The doors are open, they should be in there in about ten minutes.”

I assumed she meant that the singers would be out on stage in ten minutes.

The lady walked away and my parents turned to look at us. “We bought special tickets so that we can meet Sara Groves and Charlie Peacock.”

Shock and Awe.

In a daze we went to the bathroom. I saw a big tour bus through the window. Two little boys were playing with a soccer ball beside it.

“I bet that’s Kirby and Toby!” I exclaim to my family. Sara Groves later mentioned that her sons had been playing with a ball out by the bus, so I was right. 🙂

It was really cool to get to chat God with these fellow believers.

And to see that they are very normal people.

And to be able to sing my heart out with them sitting on the front row.

Thank you Dad and Mom for such a great memory.

Day Twenty-Five – A Recipe


1 box yellow cake mix
1 box (1g) chocolate instant pudding
1/2 c. vegetable oil
4 eggs
1 c. sour cream
1 t. vanilla
1 c. chocolate chips

Preheat oven to 350 degrees, grease two large bread pans or 4 mini bread pans. Mix everything together except the chips. Stir in chips. Bake 40 minutes or 30 minutes for mini loaves. Note: Do not overbake.  Remove from oven, let cool 5 minutes then remove from pans. Allow to cool, then freeze. Tastes best right out of the freezer.


I got this recipe from the website of one of my Mom’s good friends. It is terribly delicious and qualifies more as a dessert than as a bread. Enjoy. ~

Day Twenty-Four – A Movie Nobody Would Expect Me To Love

a movie nobody would expect me to love


Staring Liam Neeson, January Jones, and Diane Kruger

Let it be said, I LOVE action adventures as long as they are well done, this movie IS. Think Taken/Jason Bourne. It’s full of suspense, running from bad guys, trying to rescue a girl, mystery, amnesia and a great car chase.  (The first time I watched it was with my Dad and a couple of siblings at like, one o’clock in the morning, and we had great fun trying to figure out the plot.)

Plus, it has Liam Neeson, one of my all time favorite actors, in it.  It also has January Jones, who I know from Love’s Enduring Promise.

So how in the world could anyone think that I wouldn’t like this movie? It sounds great right?

Well, the ending is fairly disappointing. And quite sad really, (the very, very end is okay, but still, it’s very sad.)

So why then do I like it?  Because it didn’t have the ending I was afraid it was going to have. At least not all the way. The whole time I was biting my nails, direly afraid that January Jones was evil and that Liam Neeson would leave January Jones (his wife in the film) for Diane Kruger. (You might know her from National Treasure. )

If it had happened like that, I would have loathed the movie with all my being.  In the end, it only half did, but some things were kinda evened out.

If you see/have seen it, then you’ll probably think “With that ending, how in the world could she like it? It’s not that happy.”

To quote the Chris Rice Song “I’m a sucker for happy endings.”

Why do I like it then?
1. Because the first 2/3’s is so awesome.
2. Because it’s a great story about morals.  It really shows the contrast between right and wrong.
3. And because the ending was not what I feared (at least not exactly.)  Sometimes it’s good to come to grips with an ending you would not have picked.
4. It is super well made, and Liam Neeson is one of my favorite actors.

WARNING: We watched this movie through ClearPlay.  Don’t just dash out to Redbox without that handy device.  Unknown is  not as bad as some movies, but I definitely recommend using ClearPlay.

If you’ve seen it, what did you think/learn from it?

Day Twenty-Three – A Way In Which I Want To Be Remembered

I accidentally labeled the last two days of the 30 day challenge wrong. Day 22 should have been day 21, and 23 should have been 23. Here is the REAL day 23.

I want to be remembered for my passion for Christ. I want people to know that I love Jesus with all my being, and that I am not ashamed of the gospel.
A Jesus Freak, in other words.

I want when others look at me and say to their neighbors, “See that girl, her heart is on fire. She burns for the Living God.”

I want to have a legacy of faithfulness.
To remember my Creator in the days of my youth.

To be one who stands for the Truth.

And should it be the Lord’s will for my life, I want to be remembered as a Godly wife.
As one who supported my husband in the things God called him to do.

To raise my children to have the same passion as I. To set their feet on the path of righteousness and to love the one who breathed life into us.

That is how I want to be remembered.

Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame.
-S.O.S. 8:6


My heart grew hot within me, 
and as I meditated, the fire burned; 
then I spoke with my tongue:
“Show me, O LORD, my life’s end 
and the number of my days; 
let me know how fleeting is my life. 
 You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you.  Each man’s life is but a breath. 
“But now, Lord, what do I look for?
My hope is in you.

Ps. 39:3-5, 7


Praise the LORD.
Blessed is the man who fears the LORD, 
who finds great delight in his commands.
His children will be mighty in the land; 
the generation of the upright will be blessed. 
Wealth and riches are in his house, 
and his righteousness endures forever. 
Even in darkness light dawns for the upright, for the gracious and compassionate and righteous man.
 Good will come to him who is generous and lends freely, 
who conducts his affairs with justice. 
Surely he will never be shaken; 
a righteous man will be remembered forever. 
 He will have no fear of bad news;  his heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD. 
 His heart is secure, he will have no fear; in the end he will look in triumph on his foes. 
He has scattered abroad his gifts to the poor, 
his righteousness endures forever; his horn will be lifted high in honor.
The wicked man will see and be vexed, 
he will gnash his teeth and waste away; 
the longings of the wicked will come to nothing.

Psalm 112