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I’ve loved music forever.

My dad has drummed for over 40 years, so I think perhaps I was born with a music gene.

I sang in the choir as a child and young adult, and I played the cello and the piano for eight years (and wish I’d never quit!).

Music has always been and still is a big part of my life.

Back in the day, when epic songs like Jesus Freak and Flood were few and far between, I’d occasionally dabble in secular music.

Just the other day, I remember telling Will when I was in early junior high I’d watch MTV in my bedroom and have the remote pointed directly at the screen so I could immediately change the channel incase my mom walked in.

Real life.

As I got into high school, I listened to both types of music. I went through a phase when I tossed out all my secular music after a convicting series of sermons about some of the trash (and it was definitely trash) I listened to.

Eventually, I struck a “balance” and listened to both.

Even still, I’d always the put the Christian radio station on anytime I shut off my car to be safe.

You know, incase someone ever rode with me.

Looking back, my intent was twofold-

1. I wanted to create the appearance that everything I listened to was pure and holy.

2. I was actually convicted of what I listened to, hence why I knew I should have had Christian music on in my car. Only, I never stopped to think about the act of why I was changing the channel, aside from number one above!


The best of both worlds, if you will.

Or so I thought.

Oh- and before I go any further, it’s important for me to note this post is personal to me and me alone.

I would never ever say just because I feel this way, it’s the “only” way and the right way.

Please, please know my heart on this. Today’s post is not meant to condemn or judge but offer a look into a major struggle I faced and overcame though Jesus. It’s not about me telling you you’re “wrong” if you don’t only listen to Christian music.

Each of us needs to asses our own hearts and determine whether this is a topic we are convicted by.

This is not a post where I’m looking at all of us in general.

This is very personal.

I would simply encourage you to consider what I share and make your own decision regarding how the spirit moves you.

This is a completely safe and judge free zone, trust me.

Okay- hopefully what I wanted to convey clearly came across there!

Moving on-

Balance. That’s what we were talking about.

I thought I had balance. I thought I could handle and control what I listened to and how it affected me.

I was an adult, for crying out loud!

Adult or not, music influences even when we don’t realize it.

I mean, can you imagine your childhood without the ABC song?

Or the Preamble without School House Rocks?

To this day, I have to sing my multiplication tables because that’s how I learned them.

Real life.

Music is impressionable.

I can often catch myself singing words to a song hours after merely hearing in the background. I’ll suddenly stop and realize, “Hey! I didn’t even know I knew the words to that song!”

Same with the junk I listened to in the past.

The truth is, I couldn’t control what I did or didn’t absorb.

It began so insidiously.

Completely innocent, even.

Only, over the years, things began to erode. Slowly and continually.

Practically undetectable.

When we moved to Kuwait, I had no spiritual support group and things got worse.

My music began to evolve and get worse and worse.

Oh girls, my face turns red with shame thinking about the complete and utter trash I listened to.

I get it.

Some of you think I’m crazy.

But let me tell you- trash in, trash out.

Before long, I wouldn’t omit the cuss words in the lyrics I’d sing. Before long, my attitude shifted. Before long, I began to justify other things and sins in my life.

And eventually, my heart grew harder and harder until the one single act of my music choice completely uprooted me from God and caused a spiral of awful decisions.

As strange as it may sound, music was a quiet gateway that made me vulnerable and distanced my heart from God.

If Satan told us his end game was to rip us from fellowship with Christ we’d never be okay with that!
That’s why he’s much more clever and sneaky and weaves his way into our life, often unnoticeably. 

Music is such an easy and innocent gateway.

When I began to draw near to Jesus again, I became bothered by the stuff I was listening to.

For awhile, I’d reserve my secular music for workouts only.

Except, I’m not ok with rape, murder, and drug use. So why is it ok for me to listen to it at the gym when it wasn’t ok anywhere else?

At some point I figured… Why bother getting caught up in the temporary pleasures, heartache, anger, and whatever else people sing about here on earth, when all I desire is to set my mind on things above, know and honor God, and look to eternity?


That put things in perspective for me.

These days, I pretty much completely listen to Christian music and am extremely selective with anything else.

I’ve found this is my greatest security from temptation.

I feel so much more positive and uplifted listening to positive and uplifting music. Imagine that. Ha!

Again, this is my personal conviction based on my own heart and past.

Reminders of my past are ever near, though, with dozens of purchased songs on my iPhone I’m unable to delete (I’ve tried and tried). I suppose it’s a good exercise in humility and where I’ve been?

Anyway, music is obviously very important to God. He talks about singing songs unto him hundreds of times.


The Bible commands us to sing unto the Lord more than anything else in the Bible- over 800 times! Not only that, but the biggest book the the Bible is devoted to it! God loves our songs of praise.

We also get a glimpse of Heaven and the songs being sung when we look at Revelation.


Our songs are important to God, so they’re important to me.

There’s no more room for the garbage I used to listen to. I’ve wasted enough time on meaninglessness and want to make the most of each day in Christ.

I felt compelled to share my heart on this topic today. If you’ve ever been there, you get it.

If you want to take the plunge and give some good quality Christian music a try (I promise it won’t stink!), I’d be happy to help. Shoot me a note or leave a comment and I will flood you with positive and uplifting music.

I realize today’s post may seem a little crazy, maybe even a little “extreme.”

What can I say, I guess you can label me a Jesus Freak.

Good thing that anthem rocks. smile

i’d like to introduce you to some friends

With our lives lived out online, it’s easy to feel like we know someone we’ve never met.

In fact, I feel that way about several of you!

Do you realize we’ve read each other’s blogs for nearly a decade now?

I feel like we’re far away friends.

Today I want to introduce you to some more far away friends of mine.

We’ve never met, and they don’t even know I exist.

However, through the course of time, and following their story online, I feel a connection with this family.

It’s like the connection I feel with you.

I’d like to introduce the Abedini family.

In some ways, they were probably a lot like you and me.

Just a couple in their 30s, enjoying life.

They had family outings and traditions. Funny family jokes, and favorite family restaurants.

To give you a little background, after converting to Christianity in Iran (total heresy), Saeed met his beautiful wife Naghmeh and they started a life as citizens in America

Although living in America, Saeed’s extended family continues to reside in Iran, a place obviously near to his heart.

He began plans to open a government approved orphanage back in Iran to create a safe place for children without parents.  Things progressed beautifully. He and his family travelled freely between countries as they moved forward.

However, in 2012, life completely changed for this young family.

While preparing to leave Iran and return home, Saeed was unallowed to leave and detained by the Iranian Revolutionary army.

Soon after he was thrown in prison, where he remains today.

I’ve watched this family’s story go up and down, up and down, over the years, often included amongst much bigger US-Iran discussions.

I’ve read the many incredibly beautiful and intimate letters between these families that are posted on numerous websites.

Most recently, it was this one that compelled me to write today’s post.

His son, Jacob, turned 7 this week. He sent his father a personal invitation to his birthday party, hoping he might me able to make it home from prison.

Can you imagine the anguish Saeed felt knowing he wouldn’t be there this week?

Not eating cake or assembling some over-complicated toy for his son.

Instead of being bitter, and instead of writing a letter full of frustration over the situation, this modern day Paul wrote a beautiful, empowering letter of encouragement to his son, and the world.

Please take two minutes and read the two letters I linked to. They are very intimate and precious, and are certainly worth the time.

I pray daily for his protection and release. However, while he is in prison, I also pray he is a light in such a dark place.

God is using his story in such a mighty way. When you read the letters you’ll see firsthand how spirit filled they are. They’re truly the words of a man trusting God in the blackest of nights.

May we all seek and trust Him in our own situations, being a light in whatever circumstance we face. I know it is God and God alone giving Saeed the strength to face each day and live as a testimony.

I don’t know why he hasn’t been released.

I don’t know why Jacob spent another birthday without his dad.

But I know, just like the Abedinis, I’m trusting God and his perfect will to be accomplished as we wait for their reunion.

I cannot adequately express the anguish I feel over this separated family.

I can’t begin to convey the hurt I feel for the beatings and mistreatment of Saeed as he sits in prison.

I just can’t.

There’s so much more to this story, and such visceral feelings involved. It’s because I feel like I know them, just like I know some of you.

Because it’s personal. They are my family in Christ.

I can’t sum it up in a pretty blog post.

Today, I ask you please take a moment to pray for the Abedini family.

Pray for Naghmeh as she wears so many hats right now, being mommy and also championing for her husband’s release. Pray she is a light and testimony, and pray for peace, rest, wisdom, and strength.

Pray for their precious children. For their protection. For softened hearts. That they seek the I AM, Saeed wrote about.

Pray for Saeed. Pray for his physical body and health. Pray he senses the peace of the Holy Spirit and is strengthened and encouraged. Pray for opportunities for him to be a light and show love, despite the circumstances- even in prison. Pray Jesus moves in the walls of this prison.

So yeah. Now you’ve met them. I’m forever encouraged and changed by their story. I can’t do it justice here, but perhaps you’ll dig into it and be forever changed too.

If you’re so inclined, you can sign the petition for his release here. 

Thanks for checking in today. I’m thankful for the weekend and the fact we have no real plans. I’m looking forward to it. What about you?

Thursday Things: The 11th Anniversary Edition

Tomorrow is my 11th anniversary.

Which simultaneously feels wonderful and weird.

How did 11 years pass us by so quickly, and where the heck did they go?!

In honor of the event, we’re doing 11 Thursday Things today.

1. Favorite things about the road to 11 include the new job, the alternate work schedule and having more time together, and buying our car.

2. Will and I have our best discussions: on long drives, at parks on sunny days, and on weekend afternoons as we become sad for the week ahead.

It’s pretty much always been this way, and now that we’re 11 years in, I figure it always will.

3. Looking back I realize I was (and probably still am) more selfish than Will.

I’m embarrassed to admit it, but looking back on all the petty things I fussed about, he was (and is) far more mature and selfless.

I’m thankful God is working in me to identify my “self stuff,” as our beloved Beth calls it, so that I can be better and more selfless, too.

4. Unless it’s less than 10 minutes away, there will never be a time when Will tosses the keys and asks me to drive.

It’s been 11 years, and I’m still waiting. (Just between us, I like it better when he drives anyway!)

5. I’ve all but given up on Will being healthy.

Notice I didn’t say I HAVE given up, but I’ve pretty much all but done so!

I realize people change, but after 11 years, I doubt we’ll ever have his and her bikes or have a deadlift contest. Haha

6. In fairness, I have to say something about myself now.

Will has all but given up on me being tough.

By golly he’s tried, but I’m softer than a Jet Puff Marshmallow left out on an Oklahoma July afternoon.

7. I can’t pick a favorite married year.

I absolutely loved our first year because we had never been out on our own, and everything was so new and exciting.

Our time in Kuwait was fun (minus the work woes) and allowed us the opportunity for lots of adventures.

Our first few years back were hard, and I don’t like thinking about my ugly heart and distance from God. However, they also remind me of the fact that marriage isn’t always easy and things don’t always go to plan. It also reminds me of God’s love.

This year was a really good one and different than all the others.

Will and I have grown up so much over these 11 years. I feel like we have so much more love and respect for one another, and it has led to a deeper relationship. I honestly feel like we love each other more now than ever before. Eleven was a good year.

8. Much to our surprise (and perhaps dismay? Ha!), 11 brought some role reversals to the B-Love family.

I’m the golden retriever of the relationship, and Will is my lion. He’s firm, and I’m not.

This year was interesting because there were quite a few things that happened that brought out the lion in me, but rolled off Will’s back. Like super big things I felt he should have been riled up about!

What’s also funny, though, is that true to form, Will’s response was the wiser of the two. While it felt good to be the lion for once (albeit privately amidst conversations between just the two of us), it was much better to respond like a golden retriever.

Still- funny how we approached the situations completely opposite of our usual nature and much like the other person.

I wonder when we’ll start to look alike? 😂

9. The latter part of the road to 11 was hard.

Something completely rocked our world and has left us uncertain about the road to 12.

I’ve been hesitant to post about it, and perhaps I will in due time.

By God’s grace, he is carrying us through and has brought Will and I closer than ever.

What had the opportunity to cause strife, has brought agreement, understanding, patience, deeper trust in God, and more love.

By God and God alone.

10. Early in marriage, I came to accept most every trip we take will also include some sort of sporting event.

Namely football.

Eleven years in, and nothing’s changed.

The Miami Super Bowl in 2007,

the Arizona Fiesta Bowl & Miami National Championship in 08,

Multiple trips to Minneapolis followed by a road trip Green Bay for Packers games (and a trip to Indy Will took with his dad and brother to see the Colts),

Notre Dame, FSU, Nebraska and an upcoming “vacation” to Tennessee in 2015.

(Side note- here’s where I’d normally link you to all the posts of these adventures, but I’m a little lazy today)

We may be vacationing… But we’re also footballing.

Will understands this may not always be the case, and we’ve agreed an Alaskan cruise vacation is a definite must in the coming years.

Even if they don’t have a football game we can attend.

11. As we celebrate 11 years and look toward12, I’m hopeful and optimistic.

This year has the potential to be different than any other. God has orchestrated a strange and divine series of events, and we have no other option but to wholly trust Him.

I don’t know what 12 will bring, but I have faith God is going to show up, and I pray He guides and blesses our marriage along the way.

Look how young and crazy happy we are. I love it.

Will taking Brittny&#x27;s garter off
Will & Brittny in the reception line

That’s it for today. Thanks for checking in, friends!

The God of When

I kind of feel like my Friday posts have been a bit of a downer lately.

Are you sensing this, too?

I certainly don’t mean for them to be. I want them to offer hope and encouragement. 

Yet, I kind of wonder if my current storm is inadvertently raining on your guys’ sunshine-y parade.

Nobody wants a Debbie Downer at their party, am I right!?

I’m going to be honest, Will and I are in the midst of a storm.

No, not Will and I as a couple.

Praise God, by His grace we are more in love than ever.

Other things.

Things I want to share and simultaneously don’t want to share.

Do you have these challenges too?

I’m sure we all have at one time or another.

I’m reading in Isaiah, and have found such deep and intimate hope over the last few weeks.

God knew I’d need it.

The passages are geared toward the nation of Israel, but they’re still so very applicable to all of us.

Not only that, but God’s new covenant in the New Testament confirms time and time again the tender love and mercies I’ve been reading in Isaiah.

Last week it was Isaiah 40:31, a verse I’ve read a million times. Only, last week I saw it with fresh eyes.

This week it was Isaiah 43:2-4.

I find this passage comforting.

Notice verse two doesn’t say “If” your go through deep waters, or if you go through rivers of difficulty, or if you walk through the fire of opposition.


It says, “When”.

When these things happen-

When you’re in over your head and don’t know which way is up,

When nothing makes sense,

When your heart feels awful and you’re suffocating on the inside,

When things don’t go the way you anticipated…


Not if.

When these things happen, He is with us.

When these things happen, we will not drown.

When these things happen, the flames will not consume us.

Because these things will happen.

We must remember, however, that God works for the good of those who love Him.

He looks to strengthen those whose hearts are loyal to Him.

He is with us in the midst of adversity and will never leave nor forsake us.

He is not the God of “if,” because he is the God that knows and holds all in his hands, and holds us so very tightly, too.

He is the God of when. Ever there and able to see us through every single step of the way.

Do you trust Him to see you through?

I am learning a new lesson on trust and faith, and I pray when the storms of adversity rise against you, the Lord works in your heart and guides you along the way.

Thanks for checking in and letting me be open today. I hope to share more in the coming weeks, but until then, we will pray, wait, and trust. ❤️

You May Not Want To Hear This…

You’re probably going to be mad after reaching this, but....

Contrary to popular belief, and the messages I seem to see everywhere, God never promised his children would always be happy.

I knew this statement to be true, but it’s hitting home for Will and I right now.

In a sermon series called, “God Never Said That,” our pastor shared a message last week that tackled this topic, and I needed the reminder.

Please take 30 minutes and watch it, if anything just to watch him dance to “Happy.” Hilarious!

Anyway, I can grasp the fact that as Christians, life isn’t always going to be rosy. 

I mean, it’s not just the book of Job that uncovers this truth.

Just take a look through the New Testament to find countless references to overcoming, persecution, hardship, and suffering.

That doesn’t sound like Disney World all day, every day, does it?

God takes pleasure in us, delights in us, and wants to bless us. He also wants our entire hearts as we pursue Him in this earthly life.

We must not forget those things.

However, there are times when it may look differently than we expect it to.

Recently, happy and holiness have collided in my life.

I think the two can coexist nicely, and often uninterruptedly.

However, Will and I have recently reached this crossroads in our life where perhaps our personal happiness may mean something entirely different than what we initially thought.


There’s this super old hymn we used to sing in church that offers some interesting perspective.

The chorus says,

“Trust and obey, for there’s no other way, to be happy on Jesus, but to trust and obey.”

I’ve found myself humming this tune from time to time lately.

However, for me, happiness may not even be the right word. Perhaps joyfulness or contentment are more accurate.

If I’m truly going to press into Christ and pursue His desires for me and my family, I have to trust.

I have to obey.

I have to rest in Him and find peace and fulfillment in going after His desires.


Sometimes it’s hard to be eternally minded when we have out feet planted firmly on this earth.



It’s important for me to remember that in order to pursue the fullness of Christ, I need to be seeking Him first for holiness, not happiness.

Happiness isn’t bad.

It’s good.

In fact, the Bible says every good and perfect gift is from above.

It’s when I put my happiness and what I think is best for my life above God’s holiness and desires for me that things get skewed.

May we rest in Him and happily enjoy the blessings He gives us. Above all, may we pursue holiness and the desires of his heart.

I sure would appreciate prayers for Will and I, too. We are seeking the Lord and trusting Him in some upcoming decisions. That we obey and follow after Him and both have wisdom and peace. Thanks, dolls. ❤️

Happy Friday! Have a great weekend!

He is the I AM, I am the I AM Not

We’re finishing up our month-long study of the beautiful names of God… for now.

I can’t help but think I’ll want to revisit this topic in the future.

We’ve covered El Roi, the God who sees us,

Jehovah Rapha, the Lord who heals us,

Yahweh Yireh, the God who provides,

and we are wrapping up this week with Yahweh.


It’s a name probably many of us already know, so it seems kind of silly to end on a well known name.

However, that’s just where my heart is today.

The name Yahweh comes from the name YHWH, a Tetragrammaton (bonus points for using a big word!) for God’s most holy covenant name.

There’s lots of scholarly debate about Yahweh (thinks like the spelling, pronunciation, and it’s evolution to other names, such as Jehovah) but I don’t want to talk about any of that today.

We’re keepin’ it simple, y’all.

Today I just want to bask in His beautiful name.

The first time we see YHWH revealed is in Exodus.

Moses had been given a huge task: be the spokesman for God’s people and demand Pharaoh let Gods people go.

(Anyone else just get a Charlton Heston flashback?)

Moses felt incapable, insecure, and full of doubt and worry.

Anyone been there?

I love what God told him in the midst of all his anxiety and “what if” scenarios.

He revealed himself as YHWH, Yahweh.

The I AM.


The One who’s always been, and always will be.

The One above all others.

He had never revealed this name to anyone before Moses.


Not only did he share this intimate moment with Moses, but he also reassured him- I will be with you, I will be the one speaking- not you.

It wasn’t about Moses. It was about God. It was about God working in a meek, tongue-tied man to do a mighty work.


I think there’s a huge lesson here.

He is Yahweh. He is sovereign and he desires to use His people to bring Him glory.

Sometimes circumstances happen in our lives, or God asks us to do something completely out of our element, and sometimes these things make no sense at the time. 

I have to keep reminding myself, He is the I AM.

I am the I AM Not.

There are things going on in my life right now that are leaving my head spinning.

I feel so confused and betrayed, and don’t understand which way is up.

I acted on things out of obedience to Christ, yet things are going wrong. Nothing like they were supposed to.

This is when I must remember He is the I AM.

He is and always has been and he knows and holds the future in his hands.

His ways are not my ways, and his thoughts are not my thoughts.

They’re much higher, not even in the universe of mine.

He has a bird’s eye view, and I only have what feels like a teeny keyhole to peek though.

I don’t know why things turn out the way they do.

I don’t know why people do things that are completely the opposite of what we expect.

But I know He is the I AM.

I know I don’t have all the answers to fully understand everything, but He does.

I know in my obedience, even when I don’t fully understand, he does.

He is Yahweh, and he is trustworthy. 

El Roi

Happy Friday, dears!

This month, I decided to spend Fridays sharing some of God’s names.


Yes, I realize we call God, “God,” however the Bible is rich with other beautiful and powerful names of God, too.

In fact, it would probably take us over a year to cover them if we started down the path!

Let’s just start with today.

I can’t be positive, but I’m pretty sure back in the 80s, McDonald’s used to sell their Happy Meals in these little plastic jack-o-lanterns at the end of October.

Am I making this up?

As a kid, I remember having one lying around and catching a caterpillar in it.

Which, looking back, is absolutely hilarious considering I’d never in a million years be willing to do something like that today.

(As an aside, perhaps I need to be braver and channel my younger self in some elements of my life.)

Anyway, I caught a caterpillar and my parents helped me care for it. I fed it leaves and poked holes in the top of the lid to watch its transformation.

Even today, it boggles me how a crawly, fuzzy, creature can become a magnificently decorated butterfly.

Eagerly and impatiently, I would stare deep into the holes, cheering the caterpillar on, expectantly waiting for the transformation.

Much to my disappointment, it took longer than I wanted.

It was such a beautiful and majestic event when it finally did spring forth in its final state, and worth the wait.

I tell this story because I can’t help but think about the transformation God sees before his holy eyes when we start to live for Him.

In a way, we’re these crawly caterpillars doing life, when we could be vibrant butterflies.

When we allow God to work in us, we become more of the masterpiece he created us to be.

He transforms us. He changes us.

He sees what we can be through him and allows us to, “soar with wings as eagles” (or perhaps butterflies in this metaphor 😊).

He sees us as we are.

He sees our weaknesses.

He sees our doubts.

He sees our fears.

He sees our hopes and dreams.

He sees our hurts.

He sees our beauty.

He sees.

There is a touching story in Genesis when God sees the writhing heartbreak of a woman named Hagar caught in the middle of a sticky situation.

She was a maidservant to Sarai, who gave Hagar over to her husband Abram to bear a child, as Sarai couldn’t have one on her own.

Only, once Hagar conceived, Sarai despised her and treated her terribly.

Understandably, Hagar couldn’t bear the harshness and probably worried for her baby.

She ran away.

But God saw.

And he blessed in a way only he could provide and made such firm promises to her.

I imagine Hagar, with a face soaked in matted hair and tears, crying out to God for his provision as she tells him he is the God who saw her deep hurts.

El Roi.

(For my fellow Okies, we pronounce this, El-Raw-EE)

He is the God who sees us.

He feels our hurts and sees us as we are.

Have you ever felt broken hearted and alone? Like no one could ever understand how you feel?

Like you wanted to run away?

I have good news. We have a God who knows, and who sees.

El Roi

If we let Him, He transforms us before our very eyes into the godly creatures we are made to be when we let him nurture and grow us.

He can heal hurts, doubts, and fears- because even if no one else sees them, He knows they’re there.

He does this by giving us what we need, through the power of his spirit.

It’s a process. It usually doesn’t happen overnight.

The God who sees us begins to disarm and rearrange us, gently and carefully.

As we let our guard down, he cocoons us in his loving arms and gives a whole new life.

We may start out as fuzzy caterpillars, but when we trust Jesus, we sure don’t end up that way.

The old goes away and become new creations.

He sees us.

I pray we open our hearts to our El Roi this year, and let him work in a way only He can.


What I Want Most in 2015

A new year, and a fresh start.

lattice to Israel

Let’s be real though.

If I see one more post about A New Year, A New You, I might just lose my ever loving mind!


So none of that fluff today.

However, I think we can all agree for many people, the start of a new year certainly does center around goals and resolutions.

That’s what we’re talking about today.

I’m not a resolution-er.

By March I’ve forgotten everything and am likely back to my old ways.

I’m generally hopeless with those types of things.

However, this year I decided to resolve myself to one thing:

To love Jesus more than anything else in this whole world.

More than anything.

It’s something I say I do, but in reflection, I realize I’m not there yet.

Oh how I desire it, though.

It’s one thing I’ve already been seeking.

Not because it’s my will, but because it’s His.

Not so much a “resolution,” but more of a request I pray becomes a declaration.

I know in following after this one resolution request, I will become better in other areas of my life, too.

That doesn’t mean life will be roses.

Not at all.

Following after Biblical truth is often harder than anything else.


After all, Jesus tells us wide is the road that leads to destruction, but narrow is the gate that leads to life and few people find it.

Loving God more than anything doesn’t mean life is easy.

Rather, in loving God more than anything, my heart is open to His spirit pouring out of me.

All Him, not me.

It means I can better love my neighbor as myself, love my family better, be a better employee, and be a better light for Him.

It’s nothing I can do on my own.

It’s His spirit guiding and leading me.

So what’s my 2015 implementation plan?

1. Ask


Simple as that.


1 John tells us that Jesus hears our requests and grants them whenever we ask anything that pleases him.

Plus, Jesus himself spoke about how much good the Father wants to give his children.

The key is to asking in accordance with his word.

Jesus tells us in Mark 12:30-31 we are to, “… love the LORD your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind, and all your strength.’ The second is equally important: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ No other commandment is greater than these.”

I am praying this scripture and asking Him to make it a reality in my life.

That His spirit will bring me into a deeper and more intimate love of Him.


2. Scripture Memorization

While were talking about scripture, that’s another biggie.

Seeking after God’s will means knowing his word.

I committed to scripture memory last year, and am recommitting for 2015.


I can’t even begin to tell you what a work God did in my life last year through learning his word.

It sure comes handy every day, from impatience with messy dogs, comforting a hurting friend, or seeking to find pleasure in mundane tasks.

Whatever the circumstance, I find truth, guidance, comfort, and peace in knowing His word.

The Bible tells us we are to meditate on his word day and night. That when we hide it in our hearts it keeps us from sin. That it lights our path.

It goes on and on.

If you’re new to scripture memory, start with two verses from Proverbs and memorize them in January. One every two weeks.

This week I’m memorizing 1 John 5:20. I’d love for you to join me.

3. Daily time with Jesus

If I wanted to love Will more than any man on this earth, it sure would be hard to if I never spent any time with him.

In the same way, to fall more in love with Jesus, I need to daily carve out time alone with him.


I’m good about it during the work week, but the weekends are more of a challenge.

This year, I need to identify a specific time on the weekends to get away from distractions and draw near to Jesus.

To love and know him more means spending time with him in prayer and his word.


There’s plenty more, like the things I watch and listen to, church attendance, etc., but the three items above are my personal plan of attack for falling more in love with Jesus this year.

I have so very many hopes and wishes for 2015. It’s going to be a big year for our family.

Loving Jesus more than anything is the one I want the most.

Thanks for listening today.

Do you have goals for your spiritual walk this year?

Also, is there anything helpful you’d like to see during these devotional Friday posts in 2015? I’d love to hear your input.

salty rocks

More to come. ❤️

2014 Year in Review

Happy last day of 2014, dearies!

Instead of the usual Work It Out Wednesday post, I’m doing a quick year in review.

Mostly for selfish reasons, as I enjoy taking a look back on some of the events throughout the year.

Thanks for indulging me.

If you’re bored today, you can check 2012 and 2013.


Went to Eischens


Went bowling

Actually happened

Had a job interview
Before it went down

Bought a new TV

Raked up makeup

Went to a nice dinner with friends.
The mr. & mrs. Getting ready to go

Kissed a valentine
Valentines day kiss

Attended If conference

Will Helping out
Assembled my Rake up the Makeup goodie bags and donated them. Be sure to watch for another opportunity in 2015!


Got a job offer!

Said goodbye to my most favorite boss ever and left a wonderful company after six years

Going away cake

Got a Vitamix as a parting gift

Started a new job!

First day!

Went out with my parents, sister, and Layla

Attended a Bachelorette party

Jess's batchelorette dinner

Went to a wedding

Beautiful day for a wedding!

Went to the Red and White game

WB red and white game

Had breakfast with Layla


Turned 31!


Got a Dyson DustBuster. Game changer.

My new toy

Celebrated Easter with my family

Resurrection Sunday brunch spread. I'm dying over here.

Painted Will’s man cave. Vowed to never paint again.

Got a (temporary) tattoo

Rocking a Princess Ariel tat courtesy of Layla

Made chapstick

Hung stuff in the man cave
Hanging away

Had a lunch date with my girls

And lots of coffee dates
Celebrated Memorial Day with my family.

Did lots of praying for a big family decision.

More lunch
More coffee

Became obsessed with sonic tea

Went to Canada


Rode the private jet

Had dinner with my friend Angela

Great food, better company

Shot paintballs with Will


Cheered on Will and his softball league!



Watched fireworks with my family

Snuggled a baby

Saturday snuggles

Celebrated her 2nd birthday



Had Will’s family visit

Weekend with the fam

Had a library date

Library fun

Celebrated Will’s 34th

Happy birthday Will

Ate peaches. Lots of them.

Just peachy

Bought a car!!!!

The one we rest drove and similar to what we bought!


Celebrated a special 65th anniversary

Celebrating 65 years. ❤️

Cleaned the garage


Got a storm shelter

Bought mint in hopes of having a huge healthy plant… It died.

Took the ice bucket challenge

Ice bucket challenge:After

Went to the fair with my parents and Layla

The county fair!

Will went to Pennsylvania over a single weekend for something big

Kicked off the OU season


Had a sleepover party

Girls night

Made fabric softener

Lots of OU games
Oklahoma striped sky and a sooner striped stadium. God is good

Went to the Guitar Center drum off!

The big changes (to be mentioned soon) became official… Sort of. wink


Did some dirty work

My husband put me to work (and a Teddy photobomb)

Went to Dallas for the TCU game… And loss

Road tripping to the TCU# game

Went to Dallas again for OU-Texas!



Had a family gathering

The birthday girl Watching her birthday movie

Went to another OU game

All smiles before we got completely embarrassed.  OU-Baylor 7 Nov 14

Made pancakes that turned into muffins

The save: delicious pumpkin muffins

Had a nice Thanksgiving with Will’s family and a wonderful one with mine.

Love my mom


Went to Layla’s Christmas show

Went to the Nutcracker

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Took Will to the minute clinic


Ate lots of cookies

My mom's out of this world cookies

Was surprised with an Aerogarden by my fantastic husband

It's about to get herby

Celebrated Christmas Eve with my family

Merry Christmas!

Saw something important to the B-Love family

Went to dinner with my parents and looked at Christmas lights across OKC

Christmas light fun

Had Christmas with Will’s family

And started a week-long vacation!

It may not show, but this year has been full of changes. Between my new job and a huge change for the B-Love family, there’s never a dull moment.

Ups and downs, and God’s grace and hand through it all.

Thanks for stopping by throughout 2014. I hope you’ll join me for another year of fun as we embark on 2015. ❤️

A Story About Words

Once upon a time there was a lady named Gretel who worked in fairy dust factory in the land of Pinkville.

This particular fairy dust factory was full of an array of ladies.

Some of the ladies purple, some round, some spotted, some curvy, and some a beautiful mixture of rosy pink and magenta.

For the most part, they all lived in kindness and harmony with one another.

One day, some of the ladies gathered round for office chatter. Soon, the discussion turned to Maude.

The ladies began to laugh about Maude’s clothes and eccentricity. They poked about how they liked to send notes about what she was wearing so the others could walk by her fairy dust station for a good laugh. 

Gretel stood nervously as the others talked. You see, she liked Maude. She appreciated Maude’s bravery to stay true to herself and not worry what others thought.

She liked Maude’s quirkiness and oddities.

It’s what made Maude, Maude.

Gretel thought about speaking up.

She thought of ways she could kindly and casually chime in to defend eclectic Maude, but she stayed silent.

The decision to stay silent upset Gretel. It’s not like she was going to create waves. She was among friendly colleagues.

Yet she stayed quiet.

She reflected on the decision afterward.

She she have spoken up. She should have been braver and unafraid to encourage Maude, who could not defend herself.

Though the office banter was minuscule in the grand scheme of Gretel’s Pinkville life, it still mattered.

You see, Maude had many broken hearts over the years, leaving her fragile. Gretel knew she was called to speak up for Maude.

To defend the fatherless, and plead for the widow, if you will.

Because it matters.

Because our words matter.

Because our lack of words matter.

More than we realize, sometimes.

Gretel knew this, and let’s face it, so do we.


We don’t have to live in some fairytale land to be affected by foolish gossip and seemingly harmless chatter.

(As an aside note- how fun would it be to make fairy dust!? Calorie-free cupcakes anyone?)

Incase you’re wondering, I’m Gretel.

The situation was fairly harmless and never turned malicious, but it does matter.

My heart loves Maude, and I should have used my words to say something positive.

As christians, what we do say and don’t say matters.

People are watching, and dare I say scrutinizing us much more than others.

The Bible says to avoid godless chatter. Proverbs overflows with warnings about gossip, being a busy body, and ungodly words.

Even if we’re not the ones using them, I have to believe our silence makes us complicit.

Conversation such as these and a little gossip here and there seem harmless- but that’s the problem.

We’re weighing sins before a holy God who hates sin.

After the exchange about Maude, I felt convicted and defeated. Why didn’t I say something kind!? It wasn’t that hard.

I turned to my scripture reading for the day, Psalms 11.

Only, inadvertently I ended up unknowingly flipping to chapter 12 instead.

Definitely a God thing.

Do you know what this chapter says?

It talks about our tongue, our sinful mouths.

What I love most is just how beautiful God’s words are, especially compared to ours.

He’s words are pure, purified and refined by the fire as silver.

He uses his words, and they are righteous.


Oh girls I desire to have righteous lips, too. To have words refined by his holy fire

That means using words!

That means not sitting silent, and instead exuding kindness and love in things I say.

To stand up for others who are broken and have no voice.

Christmas is full of people such as these.

People that need us to speak words of life and Jesus.

Not for us to walk by silently and not notice their hurts.

Just as I said last week, people are looking for love, especially this time of year. They’re often more open to hearing the truth of Jesus at Christmas too.

I’ve said it about a million times on this blog, but I must convey my sentiments again.

I implore us to “be ye kind to one another.”

Whether it’s a “Maude” in your life or simply someone who looks like they need our help, I pray we encourage one another in the Lord and not remain silent.

It doesn’t take fairy dust to show God’s love. We need only trust and rely on His power.

Merry Christmas and happy Friday, friends. ❤️


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