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33: Introverts Unite! (Quietly. In our own houses.)

I’m 33 today.

So am I technically still early 30s or have I officially moved into the dreaded “mid-30s?”

Don’t answer that.

As in years past, I wanted to take a moment today to share deep and meaningful (πŸ˜‰) life lessons I learned on the road from 32 to 33.

In all honesty, and as silly as it sounds, I really think I “grew up” and got to know myself better this past year.

It’s been a year of reflecting and trusting the Lord. Tossing away much of the useless nonsense that consumed my life for far too long.

It wasn’t an easy year, but it’s certainly been worth it. πŸ’—

1. I think that maybe (??) I’ve become more of an introvert in my old age.

True story.

Growing up as an army brat that moved tons, I never had a problem making friends and being heavily involved in heaps of activities. I loved people, and I loved doing “stuff.”

Still, I’ve was always been fairly quiet and timid (unless I’m among my trusted “tribe"). I’ve noticed over the last couple of years that my preference is for more intimate, less chaotic engagements.

I still love people, and I still (occasionally) love doing “big” stuff...but in smaller doses, and with my favorite people rather than the whole farm. 😊

So yeah, kind of a big revelation I discovered this past year. Ha!

2. Triscuits are the jam.

Yes.

Go buy a box of the cracked black pepper & olive oil, or the dill ones.

Once you buy them you’ve pretty much surrendered to the fact that they have to be in your kitchen cabinet ALWAYS.

3. Social media is overrated.

I know this isn’t the consensus, especially for people my age and younger, but seriously- for me, it’s true.

I enjoy taking huge breaks from the rat race that is social media (see #1 above).

I often use Lent as an opportunity to disconnect, and find my usage continues to say very minimal afterward.

It makes me more present and aware of the moment.

Of actual life in the flesh.

Of all the little moments before my eyes I often miss when I’m buried in my phone.

No lie- I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked up from my phone and can’t remember the last 10 minutes of real life around me.

Yes, I completely agree there’s a time and place. There are so many people dear to me that I can connect with through social media when I normally wouldn’t see them except major holidays.

I also see the value in social media (um, after all this is a blog post), but I also see so much more value in investing in the life right in front of me.

All about balance.

4. Silence is golden.

(See #1 and #3)

I find I often busy myself with noise.

The radio is always on.

The TV is always on.

I’m on my phone.

I’m constantly distracted.

I can’t focus and hear the voice of God.

When I finally intentionally quiet myself and step away from the craziness of life, it feels wrong sometimes.

Because I feel as though something should be done. That I need to be acting or moving or doing.

It feels unnatural because we’re constantly faced with stimulation.

Yet, when I force myself to declutter my mind and sit in the stillness of God’s word and actually listen, I find Him. I hear His Truth and desires.

It takes focus, but He promises He rewards those who earnestly and diligently seek Him. And it’s worth it.

5. Marie Callender’s Cherry Crunch Pie will make you hate yourself.

Seriously.

Don’t do it.

It’s so dang good, and you’re going to loathe loving it so much.

6. I enjoy at-home workouts as much as gym ones.

I suppose I always have, however given the choice, I’d always given the edge to the gym.

I love the versatility of at-home workouts in the privacy of my own living room.

Who cares if I’m sweating like a pig and don’t smell like roses!?

Boz and Lucy sure don’t mind. Haha

7. Things don’t go as planned.

Obvs.

But seriously, I’ve been extremely blessed my entire life and had been shielded from a lot of heartache.

The Lord has been doing lots of pruning on my heart in this season of trials, and it hasn’t always been easy or enjoyable.

Nonetheless, I can look back on this last year and consider all my plans and see how the Lord has steered our life in such a different direction (see Proverbs 16:9).

Not as I planned, yet I can still see His hand in it all and have peace.

8. Clean your shower every week.

Seriously. I know you probably hate it as much as I do, but DO IT already.

As we both know, the longer we wait, the worse it gets.

Need motivation?

Mix one cup of vinegar and one tablespoon of blue Dawn dish soap in a spray bottle and soak your shower with it.

Let it sit a few hours and then wipe.

Game changer.

You’re welcome.

9. Truth matters.

Unpopular, but true.

We want to live in this huge gray area so as not to offend anyone, but the fact of the matter is- you’re always going to offend someone. I firmly believe there’s a way to hold the line without being a jerk, which is what the media seems to portray anytime one “side” disagrees with another.

Truth counts, so own it and stand firm in your convictions and dialogue in love, don’t yell and flail in hate.

10. I’ve become a full-blown carnivore again.

Real life.

Well… Sort of.

I still aim for more of a veggie friendly diet, but I’ve also been adding chicken and fish to my diet 1-2 times a week.

Plus I pretty much can’t turn down grilled Chick-Fil-A nuggets.

They pretty much sent me to the edge, and it didn’t take much more to jump thereafter. Ha!

Brittny Flint-3 years old with weird chicken

11. Deep condition your hair.

And if it’s super dry like mine, do it every time you wash it. I used to think deep treatments were once a month type things until I started doing them twice a week.

Game changer. I’ll never go back now!

12. I have friends who genuinely care.

Y’all, I am so thankful for my inner circle of friends. I have been uplifted so many times this year by their love and encouragement.

13. This life isn’t mine to live.

This is the biggest lesson.

It’s something I’ve known as a Christian in theory, but have finally begun to behold.

I’m so done with trying to live my “best life now” with no consideration for standing before Jesus one day.

I want to be selfless and give more. Care more. See people more. Act more. Love more. Stand more.

Not for me or some meaningless cause, but for Jesus and Truth. Even when it’s unpopular.

I’m so done wasting my life and want 33 (and beyond) to be one of surrender and awe.

To see what God can do if I’d simply get out of the way.

So yeah.

Streams of consciousness from my heart to yours.

Here’s to 33. πŸ’—

33

A Life Update and Blog Things

Happy September beauties!

I thought it was a good time to check in with an update.

What’s been going on? What have you been up to? Share! Share!

The last month was busy, but good.

Let’s start with the MOHs stuff
I got my stitches out a few days after my last post.

Stitches out! Happy girl

I continue to heal. My nose is super red and will be for a few more months probably, but I’m thankful it’s all done and behind me.

MOHs recovery continues

Moral of the story? Wear sunscreen!

Chances are, lots of damage is already done from our younger years, and it’s all the more reason to take care of ourselves now!

I already see a couple more spots I’m going to have checked at my next appointment. πŸ˜³πŸ™πŸ»
Now for some fun and exciting stuff
P and her beau set a date and are getting hitched in November.

They went from planning a stressful and large soirΓ©e to a much quieter, simpler wedding. I love they went this route and will be honored to be among the small group of people they entrust with this sacred moment.

As a side note, how is my sister old enough to be married!?

I’m sure I’ll share all sorts of beautiful pictures, stories, and such in the coming months.

Oh and PS- Layla started preschool last week! I can’t believe she’s already old enough to be going to preschool! Not gonna lie, I got misty eyed.

She gets cuter everyday

Now onto the important stuff
All things college football.

Last Wednesday kicked off football season. It’s like an official holiday in our house.

We flipped back and forth between games soaking up every tackle, touchdown, and catch.

Our beloved Sooners took the field Saturday, and as usual, I nearly melted into a giant puddle from the intense heat.

We had a fairly mild August, but just my luck, temps went back to normal as football season started.

WHY DO YOU HATE ME!?

Nonetheless I’m excited about a new year and fresh start. I’m not picking us to take it all, or probably even win the big 12, but I think we’ll be much improved a serious contender.

My boot camp & a bible study

Guys, God has blessed me so much with this boot camp bible study thing. I can’t even take it!

I started out with just one person attending- ME.

Just a couple weeks later I was up to two, then three, with two more committed for our next session.

Considering we meet Saturday at the crack of dawn, I’m encouraged.

I gave it totally to God when I started in July and continue to let Him do whatever he desires.

Our workouts have been fantastic, the Christian playlists I’ve put together are ridiculous (in the best way possible), and our conversation has been blessed.

God is good! I sure wish you gals could join us.

A stroll down memory lane

For some strange reason, Will and I decided to stick in an old Frasier box set in while I was at home after surgery.

Here we are a month later and are already nearly halfway done with season 2.

I’m pretty sure it’s Will’s favorite show. It got us through lots of homesick nights in Kuwait.

It’s been fun and I felt I ought to remember it on her blog.
Other random things I feel you should know

We visited Will’s parents last weekend along with my BIL and SIL. It was fun. We went bowling and I broke my average 35ish range.

Serious stuff here, ya’ll.
Proof.

(I’m BB- still the lowest score but far better than my usual)

As for other things, I did a mini balyage treatment on my hair last week. I wanted to go back to my natural color thinking it was going to be a fairly dark blonde.

Turns out I was completely wrong!

I’ve highlighted half my head for years and never really paid attention to the underneath color. It always looked dark to me because the highlights were always so light.
Blonde blonde and back to my roots

Anyway, turns out I’m naturally way blonder than I thought (an 8 on a scale of 10), which explains a lot.

Such as why, upon realizing we were out of dish tablets, I put a tablespoon of ivory dish soap in the dishwasher, hit start, and let it run the entire cycle.

Let’s just say there were bubbles everywhere.

Everywhere.

Or why I threw Lucy’s much needed medication in the trash not realizing there were still several days worth of medicine still in the packet.

Resulting in a dumpster dive situation.

Genius.

Things like that.

All.the.time.

So yeah, turns out I’m not blonder than I pay to be. I’m actually really that blonde. Ha!

Important Blog Stuff I Need to Unpack
On a more serious note, I’m kind of unsure what to do with this space, guys.

It’s old, dated, clunky and I have no idea how to fix any of it on my own.

Not only that, but I kind of feel like this space is slightly schizophrenic.

It’s worked well for a decade, housing all my silly stories and experiences as a 20 something newlywed. However, now I’m not so sure.

I feel the few of you who still visit should be able to count on some sort of structured content each day, which I feel I’ve done a great job of keeping up with over the last few years.

However I can’t help but feeling the Lord moving me in a different direction, which is one of the reasons I’ve been posting less frequently.

I feel there’s so much pressure for everyone to have some sort of online presence, or following, or persona.

I completely see the value of online media and have so enjoyed keeping up with my friends that way.

However in this current season of life I’m prompted to pull back more. To take the focus off myself and to put it on Jesus.

I’m struggling to find balance between posting what I had for lunch and sharing why I feel the Church needs to refocus our affections on our one true Love.

I’m struggling because this blog was created by me, for me, and doesn’t feel like it belongs to Him.

Sometimes it doesn’t feel right posting here anymore.

So I’ve been sitting quietly.

I’ve toyed with the idea of starting fresh and creating an entirely new space, but it feels daunting.

I’ve thought about paying for a makeover of the current space, but I’m not sold on that either for the above reasons.

So yeah, I have no idea what direction this little site is going.

I find it important to chronicle some of our goings on, as I’ve valued being able to capture memories over the years, but I’m not sure this space is the right space to cover heavy topics on my heart right now.

You’ve got my Wednesday workout right next to a post on eschatology. It seems a little incongruent.

Am I making sense?

It took me over 30 years but I finally get that this life is so much more and so much better when it’s surrendered to Christ.

That’s how our life should be, but somewhere between the garden of Eden and today we decided we could do things better on our own.

I don’t want to do things on my own anymore.

And He’s taking me up on the offer of my surrendered heart.

It’s glorious, but sometimes it hurts a little too.

But it’s worth it.

I want to share so much of it with you, but right now I’m taking a step back to see what exactly that looks like.

I had no intention of pouring this all before you, but since I’m on a roll I thought I better share.

I’m not breaking up with my blog, but I do think there will be some changes.

Perhaps I start a separate site with more frequent devotional type posts while still maintaining this old dinosaur for capturing updates and life stuff.

We shall see.

Until then, look for update type posts like this one (minus the whole giant book I wrote about the blog πŸ˜ƒ) and devotional type posts.

So yeah. I think that’s my update.

Thanks for stopping by! Hope you had a good extended weekend!

An Open Letter From My Future Self to My Current Self

Dear Brittny,

I’m writing this letter as a much older version of who you are today.

I have to use my imagination a bit and ask for wisdom because, let’s face it, you’re a bit of a mess sometimes. I had to weed through all your quirkiness to imagine you a good 20 years from now.

Here’s to hoping I’m spot on.

Heck, I’ll consider it good if I’m even half right with this future version of Brittny. Ha!

Joking aside, do you remember the sermon you listened to last week?

It was about time and just how fleeting it is.

Verse

I can attest, as I’m in my 50s now, just how quickly it passes.

Birthdays, Christmases, life and death. The days, weeks, and months melded together and before I knew it, I woke up and was 52 years old.

My face is wrinkled and my hands are spotted from the sun. I even bought a pair of old lady pants last week. Lord help us!

I tell you all this because, I’m 52, Brittny.

You’re 52.

I look at you today and sure wish you would ease up on yourself.

You stress far too much about things that don’t matter.

You know better, but you do it anyway.

Verse

You’re anxious over the silliest things and let them squish you into a big stress ball.

I wish you wouldn’t.

You work too hard at things that will not matter, and not enough at the things that will matter.

Yes, work is important, but as I’m 52 and seen a few things that you haven’t, I assure you that agreement you’re working can wait until tomorrow.

Take a vacation day.

Put down your phone.

Stop worrying.

Stop Facebooking.

Breathe.

Be present.

Love your husband.

Be less of a Martha and more of a Mary.

They’re both important in their own right, I know, but you worry far more over things of such little value in the grand scheme of life.

Sit at Jesus’s feet.

Let a little dust collect on the baseboards every now and then if it means more time serving Jesus and your family.

Those are things that count.

Sleep more and worry less.

You’re not too busy for friends like you think you are.

They’re worth it. Invest time in them, you won’t regret it.

Keep praying that God will give you the desires of your heart.

I know you’re at a desk job pushing paper thinking it will never amount to anything, but keep praying and keep trusting.

The days go so fast, Brittny. So very very fast.

Stop putting your head down and powering through just to make it to the end of the work day.

Look up, look around, enjoy the day I’ve given you. It’s the only day you get.

July 31, 2015 is the only July 31, 2015 you’ll ever ever have.

Remember that and live like it.

Verse

Put God first and don’t worry about the rest. People will say you’re extreme. Love them and take it as a compliment.

Don’t be afraid to sing loudly, eat cake without feeling guilty, and tell Will daily how much you care- even when he gets annoyed by your gushiness. smile

Give more money to the causes you want, and don’t be afraid to say yes or no to opportunities.

(You’ll know when to say yes, and when to say no, trust me- and trust God foremost)

I don’t want you to have any more regrets about things you wish you could do or things you should have done.

Do them.

Know God and surrender to Him daily.

Love others without fear or expecting anything in return.

Lighten up, Brittny!

That’s the biggest advice I want to give you today. Lighten up.

Your life is but a breath.

Remember how short it is, and go easy on yourself.

It’s such a gift and goes so quickly.

I sure hope this letter touches your heart today. Please take it seriously and read these words from time to time.

Trust me, the older version of yourself knows you’ll need the reminder.

There’s so much more advice I could offer (like stop wearing that ugly green shirt you like so much!), but I think this is more than enough.

Chin up, sweet girl. You turn out just fine.

Verse

Love,

A much older, more lightened up, version of yourself πŸ’—

I’d love to hear what advice your older self would give our current self in the Share the Love comment section below. I’m sure I could use that advice too smile

Part One

I’ve mentioned “changes” for about a year, and have never divulged what they were.

It’s annoying, right?

What’s funny, though, is how different the changes were between when I first started talking about them, and what they are today.

I’ve wanted to share this story with you guys for awhile now, but the truth is-

We haven’t reached a good breaking point.

We’re only halfway though.

I wanted to share this story with a clear beginning and end, along with some concrete explanation for how God moved and what’s next.

I don’t have those answers.

But then I realized something.

Even though we still don’t know what’s next, God still moved, and continues to move even though we haven’t reached the conclusion of this story.

So instead of holding out, I decided to share and bring you along this journey.

Today is part one.

***
About this time last year, we had a fantastic opportunity to start a business.

Will’s brain for business is ridiculous. He would completely be in his element, having helped his dad with his for many years.

We’d thought about it before, but the right opportunity ever presented itself. This particular opportunity was exciting because it involved a partner with a very rare and technical specialization. He admittedly lacked the business know how, and Will lacked the certifications this other guy had.

Both felt the pull to go out on their own, and it seemed to work great. The other guy would run the operations side, while Will would handle the day to day business. A match made in heaven.

Best of all, he is a Christian too and held many of the same beliefs as us.

Before moving forward, Will and I bathed the matter in prayer and sought God in scripture.

We did not want to move forward with such a huge decision without clear confirmation from the Lord.

During my usual Bible study several days later, I found such rich, confirming scriptures in Deuteronomy that gave me such peace about our decision.

Verses

The caveat was this- He must absolutely be kept first. No matter what.

With clear peace and confirmation, we agreed and moved forward, expectant and in anticipation for His work in our work.

Verses

I knew this decision put us in the center of His will, and that’s exactly where I wanted to be.

I grew more excited with each passing day of business preparation.

From them purchasing equipment, to finding a building (pictured below with our big eyes and shiny smiles), I began to hang my hat on what could be.
Merry Christmas!

I began to think this was God’s way of bringing the prayer I prayed in 2013 to fruition. The prayer when I asked Him for the opportunity to serve Him full time in ministry again.

You see, that was the tug on my heart when I was just 15 years old.

It was very real and very anointed.

Yet, in my “great” young knowledge and desire to rule myself, I ran far away from this calling after Will and I served at our first church.

So far away, in fact, we ended up in a Muslim country with no church family at all!

My will, but part of God’s story.

I’ve shared pieces of that story before, so I won’t dwell there today.

However, it’s that story and God’s persistent faithfulness that brought me to my knees in repentance and back into His will.

That sunny day in my car, I acknowledged that I ran from my calling, while He remained the same. I asked Him to allow me the opportunity once more to carry it out, knowing in my core it’s what He wanted for me all along before I ran.

I saw this blossoming business as an eventual way to make my heart’s desire a reality.

Everything was coming together so effortlessly, and we received multiple confirmations He was in our decisions. Such peace, such closeness with God with each passing step.

Oh friends, things were on the up all around.

Will quit his job in January and everything was in full swing.

I couldn’t wait to see how God was going to use this business as a way to accomplish His will.

Only… I had no idea what He quite had in mind.

I think we’ve reached a good stopping point for Part One today.

I think the spiritual nugget we can take away from this story is: seek Him in your decisions and trust.

Verses

If I knew today what I didn’t know then, I would never have trusted God and moved forward with this decision.

However, it’s because I didn’t know, and because of our obedience through this decision I’ve been able to see the realest, most blatant hand of God during this time.

We only have a small piece of the puzzle, but He has the whole box top picture and sees how the pieces weave together.

If you’re in a season of decision-making or uncertainty today, seek the Lord in scripture and prayer. He desires that we seek Him, and will reveal Himself when we seek Him with all our hearts.

If there’s a decision you’re struggling with, I would love to pray for you this week. Feel free to leave a comment in the “share the love” section or send me an email, and I promise to hold you in prayer.
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There you have it. A partial explanation of all the “changes” I’ve been talking about.

Check in next Friday for part two. Until then, have a fantastic weekend, and I’ll see you Monday!

all eyes (not) on me

I was a big, fat, brat Monday and Tuesday.

I was grouchy, impatient, snappy, and rude. I was full of anxiety and worry, and it seemed to come out in the form of straight ugliness across an array of non related issues.

If I’m honest, I’ve allowed the last couple of weeks to wind me up in a tight knot. It was inevitable something yucky would eventually spill out.

We had something at church Tuesday night, and during worship, I began to take a deep breath and settle down.

As we sang “We Believe” (the one by the Newsboys), I began to feel so incredibly selfish. I am made for Jesus, yet so often I forget this simple truth and live for myself.

I sang the words feeling so convicted, yet having a hard time pinpointing what exactly was causing me to feel this way.

As I drove to work the next morning, I asked God to open my eyes to what specifically I needed to repent of.

Did he ever.

During my Bible study Wednesday, the Lord illuminated my heart to the why I had asked Him about only hours earlier.

I was reading in Jeremiah and intended to read all of chapter 2.

I only got through the first two verses!
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Verse two reminded me of the church of Ephesus in Revelation, the one who forsook their first love.

Just as the Israelites in Jeremiah chapter 2, they were once on fire and passionate about God, intimate with him and fervent. Eager to please.

Revelation also talks about their patient suffering, much like the “barren wilderness” the Israelites trusted God through in the Jeremiah passage.

Sadly, the Israelites completely abandoned the Lord.

But the church of Ephesus was a little different.

I think they probably thought they were fervent as ever.

Why?

Because they were going through the motions.

Jesus said they were working hard and patiently enduring. They didn’t tolerate evil and dug into scripture to test false prophets. They even “patiently suffered” for Jesus without quitting.

They sound like they’ve got it all together, right!?

Wrong!

They were going through the motions of obedience.

They were doing what they knew to do, but there was no love behind it.

They placed their eyes on things of God but took their eyes off God himself.

They forgot their first love.

I feel like I’ve been in a recent season of Ephesus. I have been so self-focused and have gone through the motions with God. Things aren’t “bad,” but they’re a little stale.

The last couple of weeks have been hard. Like the Ephesians, I feel like I’ve been exercising patient endurance. My quiet times have been ho-hum and I have focused so much on myself.

My needs, my worries, me, me, me.

I pray to Jesus about it all, but my heart is still more focused on myself, and asking Him to help me, and do something for me.

No praise for Him just being beautiful Jesus.

Not fully letting go of the worry.

When I read Revelation 2:4 it stings.

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It hurts my heart to think Jesus would feel this way, but after my actions over the last couple weeks, I can certainly see it.

I don’t want to take my eyes off Him! I don’t want to be so anchored in all these “light and momentary” worries and troubles the Bible says will come our way.

Yet, for the last couple of weeks I’ve allowed them to consume me.

We are going through a trial now. He allowed it, and through the pain and confusion, I see His hands at work through it all.

I say I’m trusting, but maybe I am like church of Ephesus who thought they were, but in the process of all this patient endurance, my affections have been eaten up by the waiting, watching, and worrying.

I’m putting the condition that He “fix” this problem as I think he should so I can finally fully look to Him and love Him without this nuisance ever before me.

I know I can’t place conditions on Him. I know we are called to love him with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength- not when He does what we think He should.

He’s not a genie in a bottle. He’s the Holy of Holies.

I would venture most of us agree we don’t simply I want to go through the motions of life and love. There’s no excitement in that, and our God is an exciting and intimate God that desires our fellowship. 

Just like our relationships here on earth, if we’re not working on being intentional and present, they can become stagnant.

I know how I would feel if Will just did the same thing everyday and never made an effort to keep things fresh and interesting, and I know the same can be said for how he’d feel if I did the same.

Similarly, I want to actively seek the Lord. Not focus on myself or just go down the same monotonous prayer requests.

I want to allow the Spirit to fan the flame of romance, and I want to respond to His call. I want to abide in Him so that I will bear fruit.

I decided to write down ways to refresh my daily relationship with Jesus enjoy Him for who He is in specific ways.

1. Praise in the morning
Usually my mornings are spent going over the day ahead or fretting about an upcoming meeting. Instead, I am going to spend the mornings in praise for who God is and nothing else.

2. Pray scripture and promises
I want to claim the promises in the scripture and speak His word back to Him. Less whining, more praying promises.

3. Sing and mean it
If I’m just mindlessly singing the words to a praise song, I am going to turn the radio off. No empty words, just praise.

4. Surrender my worries and daily trust Jesus during this trial
I must daily surrender my worries to Him and trust. This will be the hardest element but worth the effort.

I am so thankful God refocused my affections back on Him and off myself. He sure is faithful to show us when we ask!

May we pursue Him fiercely today simply for who He is, and not what pain He can remove, or what He can do for us.

May we enjoy Him for Him alone, our first love. 

Thursday Things, 16 April 15

My Ipsy came in Monday. 

It was like a birthday present to myself.

Do you get tired of me telling you how great all the stuff inside is?

I get it.

I’m sorry.

Not gonna lie, though, this one was yet another winner.

I’m just applied the perfume rollerball that was in the bag and am currently inhaling my wrist. Fantastic.

We’ll discuss next Thursday.

I’ve made roasted asparagus with every.single.meal I’ve prepared at home

For the last two weeks.

Real life.

Easter brunch goodness

I’ve said it a million times, I make things I like for days and weeks on end and then forget about them for like the next two years.

Please don’t let me forget about my asparagus.

Thanks.

The Garage Sale

Yes, the garage sale, as if it were an epic sale of all sales.

I think my mom is going to have a garage sale, and Will and I are going to hook on and make it a joint one.

I think I’m completely underestimating the level of headache that’s going to come from trying to identify, sort, tag, and sell all our stuff.

We should have started waaaay earlier.

Plus Will and I have completely different opinions on keep versus sell. 

I’ve already told him we’re going to make it a like a game. We each get veto power on a certain amount of items. We also get a certain amount of items that are off the table in terms of keeping or selling.

Perhaps that will help keep us motivated and on track.

Probably not.

Workweek Hustle

As in the workweek hustle Fitbit challenge.

Guys, some of these people get fierce with this challenge.

Purposely booking the far away conference rooms so we can’t use them and are stuck using the ones closer to our own desks.

Others faking injury so we think they’re out of the game only to be completely shocked when they sync their steps and see they’ve been logging marathon like numbers.

Like, I kind of think some see how far behind they are and literally walk in place in the middle of their living room until the very second the challenge ends just to make sure they’re declared the winner.

(Mostly) for real.

It makes for awkward water cooler talk…

Sometimes you’re the windshield

Sometimes you’re the bug.

I was the bug.

My birthday didn’t start out so wonderfully.

An asteroid came careening out of he sky and forcefully struck my windshield Tuesday morning.

The result? A giant crack. With several other peripheral knicks and cracks (seriously- what hit me!?).  Apparently Will thinks they’re too deep to fix with a quick call to Safe Lite.

That means we’ll have to gift ourselves a new windshield! Woo hoo! What I’ve always wanted.

It definitely did not start my day off on the right foot.

The breakup

Here goes (yet another) a crazy confession:

I totally love the Air One morning radio show hosts Eric and Mandy.

They have this beautiful friendly chemistry and humor and are so relatable.

Love.

So when Eric left the show a few months ago, I was sad! They get me to work and I always enjoy their banter with each passing mile.

Eric can’t leave! What’s Eric without Eric AND Mandy!?

In case you’re wondering, he’s just, Eric. Ha!

Anyway, this week Mandy announced her departure from the morning slot and that she is moving into the mid morning show instead.

The show I don’t listen to because I’m already at work.

Not gonna lie, I’m sad and am going to miss that goofy bird on my commute to work.

I’m sure the new guys will be ok, but they’re no Eric and Mandy. smile

What’s up, cupcake?
After the windshield incident and a crazy day at work, I was more than ready to be home and do absolutely nothing.

Except, that wasn’t the plan! I was home long enough to change clothes and head to the church for an event.

We rode with my parents and they were so sweet and surprised me with six beautiful giant assorted cupcakes.

What's up cupcake?

My favorite in OKC. 

Thankfully we got home a little early and I treated myself to one two.

What's up cupcake?

Hey, it doesn’t count on your birthday!

That’s it for today. Anything you care to share? 

32: There’s Room for Cupcakes

I’m 32 today, which is weird considering I barely remember turning 31.

WHY IS TIME PASSING SO QUICKLY!?

Like years past (and mostly because I lack creativity today), I thought I’d share some deep and meaningful life lessons from the 30s. Ha!

1. Flossing is way more important than we thought.

No seriously.

I mean, I know out dentists literally crammed this truth down our throats all.our.lives. but the truth is, they’re actually right.

Before I hit 30 I had always been a noncommittal flosser. One or two times a week. Let’s not get crazy here!

Now?

Now I’m religious.

In fact, if we’re ever out together and you have a giant piece of broccoli in your teeth (hey, it happens) not only will I gently tell you, but I’ve got you covered on the floss. It’ll be in my purse.

Real friendship, y’all.

Since we’re talking hygienic stuff…

2. Shaving my face changed my life.

Not kidding.

If you’re not doing it, start.

NOW.

3. I’m completely comfortable having no idea who Meghan Trainor or Iggy Azalea are, or what the Kardashians are up to.

I’m old. It’s ok. I’d rather do a better job keeping up with people I know in real life instead.

3. The world will not crumble if I don’t workout six days a week.

My affections used to be completely focused on health and fitness stuff.

Six days a week, rigid eating, no treats.

BOR-RING.

Don’t get me wrong, that stuff is still important to me, but I’ve found life is much more than push-ups and protein powder.

There’s room for cupcakes.

4. I’m completely fine admitting Will is my better half.

Sure, we joke about it, and I tell him I’m the better half, but seriously- Will is the best part of Will and Brittny.

No jokes, all serious.

I pray for Will daily, but multiple times throughout the week I’ll also just praise God for Will and wonder why He blessed a blonde ditzy mess like me with such a solid rock like Will.

Whew!

5. I’m never going to be ok when it’s above 85 degrees.

I’ve tried. Oh I’ve tried.

I turn into a complete sweaty mess if I have to be outside for extended periods when it’s hot.

I hate it, but it happens.

I wish I could attend your outdoor wedding at noon this July, but I can’t.

I’m doing this for you.

The focus should be on the bride. Not the weird 30- something chick that just passed out in a puddle of sweat in front of all your guests.

6.  I’m still not entirely sure what I want to do with my life.

I know, I know! I should have my life together and a little more figured out by now.

The truth is, though, I just don’t. My five year plan is a little hazy these days.

(And when did a five year plan become a thing? I have a suspicion Billy Graham, George Washington, or Mother Theresa didn’t have a mapped out five year plan or “inspiration boards,” or a “word for the year” and they turned out ok in my book)

7. I eat fish, and I’m going to keep eating fish.

In fact, I need to update my “about me” section.

I shared my post about struggling with my commitment to full blown veganism about a year ago.

While I still follow a 90% vegetarian diet, I eat fish a couple times of week these days.

8. I’ve realized how much sweeter life is in the passenger seat.

Believe me, I’ve driven my own life for a very long season, and it was miserable.

Wrong turns, flat tires, and lots of car trouble.

As I get older I find such peace in letting go and trusting Jesus. I never want to take the wheel again.

9. I love being at home.

I hate to admit this, but over the years I think I’ve become a bit more of an introvert.

Not with people I know, but more so with social media.

I don’t take a bazillion trips to amazing places or eat the most Instagram-able foods.

I honestly like being at home with Will and the dogs, or with my family or a few close friends. 

You may call me a curmudgeon, but I just call myself a little unadventurous most days. smile

10. I want to be braver.

I’ve gotten better in my old age, but I’m still quite timid! I want 32 to be a year of stepping out and taking risks.

So yeah. Lots of deep thoughts today (haha). I want to be present and enjoy 32. I want to step away from the phone and live in the moment. I want to eat pizza and not freak out, or let my house get a little dusty every now and then (um, you’re going to help me remember I just said that).

Here’s to actually living.

Here’s to 32.

Brittny Flint-2nd birthday

when all we want is a neon sign

A precious sister in the Lord spoke such profound life into my heart this week, and I had to share it today.

Friends, there are things in my life not going how I planned. 

It’s left me befuddled, wondering which way is up.

Yet, through it all I have had both clear scripture regarding God’s care and provision, as well as a peace that truly does surpass all understanding.

But I’m still befuddled.

I’m still wondering which way is up.

God is near, but His roadmap for what’s next isn’t.

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I’d really like to get my hands on that roadmap.

Will told me the other day he’s praying for a “neon sign.”

Wouldn’t that be nice?

However, based on my own experience, as well as stories throughout the Bible, God so often requires our obedient faith and trust.

So often he speaks in a gentle whisper, not glaring neon signs.

I shared these thoughts with my friend, and got far more encouragement than I bargained for.

Remember the story of Elijah?

After a huge showing of God’s power and the embarrassment of the Baal prophets, Elijah was a wanted man. Jezebel vowed to kill him.

Elijah was hopeless and fled town. He took refuge under a tree and literally prayed he would die.

Yet, through the pain and fear, God led him to a safe haven in a mountainous cave where he safely stayed the night.

God nourished Elijah, and sent an angel to wake and feed him. He then told Elijah to stand before Him on the mountain.

God created a mighty wind (I’m thinking tornado like force), a powerful earthquake, and a blazing fire that all roared by him, but the Lord was not in any of them.

Nonetheless, I’m sure God got Elijah’s attention!

It was in the still, small, whisper in which He spoke.

Not the neon signs.

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Not by might, not by power, but by His Holy Spirit.

My sweet friend reminded me of that story.

Reminding me that, perhaps we’re the midst of the mighty winds or an earthquake, and our faith is a little shaken.

God was ever present with Elijah during it all, and He’s with us too.

It’s the whisper I need to pursue.

In scripture, spirit, and truth.

God can certainly give neon signs. He can do as he pleases. However, so often His spirit gently whispers to our heart much more subtly.

I needed to hear this truth from such a beautiful heart that cares.

It was nourishment to my bones.

I need to shield myself from all the loud clamor (the wind, the fire, the earthquakes) that so easily captures my attention and listen with stillness for the voice of God.

But there was more.

She shared a story about having horses when she was growing up.

She loved riding them, but sometimes they’d go really fast and things would get scary.

Her dad would tell her to press herself into the horse. To dig in and hold on tight.

That she was surely safe.

Same with me. Things are up in the air, and it’s natural to be worried or not fully trust while we’re in the midst of this crazy ride. 

When people tell you not to worry, it surely comes from a good place, but rarely does it offer the solace we seek.

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God sometimes brings us to the brink of situations until all we can do, our only hope, is to completely trust and have faith in Him.

When our only option, our only hope, is to let go and completely trust.

To press into Him and a hold on tight.

To know he is faithful and isn’t “out to get us.”

To find out solace by pressing into Him with all our might.

Knowing His ways are higher, and He works for the good of those who love Him.

We must press into Him and pursue Him.

Completely.

Fully.

Listening for that still, small voice.

He is faithful, and He keeps His promises.

I know He will see the work in our lives through to completion. Even when I can’t see it unfolding for myself.

Thanks for reading today. I pray my friend’s words offered encouragement to you just as they did to me.

I pray we both lean into Jesus with all our might today.

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Thursday Things, 2 April 2015

Peachy Keen
My mom visited my grandparents last week and brought home the most out of this world homemade peach preserves.

I’m dead over this stuff.

I got a small little glass jar, and then a big mason jar. The little glass jar is completely empty. With the exception of a tablespoon my dad had, I killed the entire jar on my own.

I suppose I should have just taken a picture of a spoon in the jar for my Tuesday post?

Since we’re telling secrets about junk food...

I had french fries for lunch Monday.

Real life.

And yes, I did take a picture for posterity. You’ll see it next Tuesday.

We took a quick trip to El Reno, Oklahoma. El Reno is famous for their onion burgers and has been highlighted on national TV.

I didn’t have any healthy options (none at all). Sometimes I’ll forgo eating until later, but I was famished and desperate times call for desperate measures.

We cleaned the office

I shared pictures of our empty office on Monday, but what you did not see was the before state.

It was awful.

With lots of hard work and lots and lots of shredding (so much shredding!), the office is actually serving its full purpose.
Office overhaul

It needs some decorations, but I’m not too worried about that right now. I’m just thankful it’s not covered in stacks of paper and junk!

Oh the treasures we found…

I am so incredibly pumped for Easter weekend!

For lots of reasons.

First, I’ve never worked anywhere that had Good Friday off, so tomorrow will be a special treat.

Two, I have lots of things planned.

Normally that would stress me out a little, but I’m pacing myself and am going to try my best not to freak out if the house isn’t perfect or if the laundry doesn’t get done.

Three, I’m excited about multiple family and friends outings.

Will’s family on Friday, a special friend on Saturday, and brunch with my family Sunday. Wee!

Four, Easter brunch. I pretty much need to plan my entire macro and caloric needs around this meal. You’d die over the stuff we’re making.

Oh, and Easter candy.

It’s pretty much the best candy EVER. 

White Reece’s eggs? Dead.

Cadbury chocolate? Dead.

The Cadbury crunchy chocolate eggs? Dead.

Starburst jelly beans? Dead.

Pretty much all the Easter candy.

Five, early Easter service.

We usually go on Saturday to free up space for big Sunday crowds and I’m looking forward to it.

So yeah, yay Easter weekend!

The Break-up

I broke up with my phone and social media over Lent and it was the best.decision.ever.

There were a few important things I missed, like details about our friend in the hospital, but God intervened without Facebook (gasp 😊) and we found out anyway.

It was such a nice break and quieted my mind. 

April Fools

Did you prank anyone?

I’m old and boring and did not fool anyone this year.

My favorite one was when P took a pregnancy test for me when she was pregnant with Layla so I could fool Will.

Good times.

April Showers

We had our first bout of bad weather last week and thankfully came through unscathed.

I totally wish we could fast forward from March to June and skip storm season. I hate it!

Thankfully we have a storm shelter I intend to overuse.

Will, God love him, is the guy standing outside watching everything roll in at a distance. I pretty much have to force him in there with me.

Crazy.

Let’s end on a happy note

Check out Rocky.
Dad's little helper. That face! πŸ˜‚

That face.πŸ˜‚

He looks so happy, right?

Will did some major dirt work in our yard a few weeks ago and snapped this picture of Rocky helping.

I love that dog.

That’s it for now! Check in tomorrow for Good Friday. 

music sounds better with You.

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!

Balance.

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?

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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.

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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.

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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

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