We have been apartment dwellers our entire adult life, and while the itch to paint and remodel like our home-owning friends hits every now and then, it is honestly still the best option for us at this point in our lives. However, there is one little thing that is ruthlessly attacking me these days (I don’t think would be much different if these walls belonged to us) and forces me to creatively think of solutions. The walls have grown evil faces and gnashing teeth. That, or maybe they’re just seeming to close in on me.

My husband hates when I go through these phases (probably because during two of them I managed to talk him into actually moving) but I find renewed energy in them. This weekend I started preparing for one of my favorite upcoming decluttering events, Three Bags Full, and it has brought up some interesting questions. One, how much stuff do we actually need, and two, if I get rid of enough will there be space for a third munchkin without moving (my husband gets a little shaky whenever I start down that path…)? I guess I’ll stick to the first question for now. 

Turns out, we really don’t need that much, and we have wwwwaaaaaayyyyy too much right now (especially in the way of clothes). So while I go write an apology to our trash man with coupons for Tylenol and ice packs and go get the Goodwill tubs from the basement, here are links to some great posts I’ve been reading for inspiration in tackling this project. Who knows, maybe I’ll eek out enough space for that third crib… 🙂


A Rock and a (Very) Hard Place

Many of us have felt at times that we were between a rock and a hard place. I find myself in such a place right now actually (and without many places to speak freely of the situation unfortunately). My heart, my calling, my desire all point me to an answer that seems unreachable, unfathomable, and unrealistic (check out that alliteration!). I’m finding myself insecure and anxious to the point it is impacting me (and my family) more than I care to admit.

What does the Bible have to say about this? Well, plenty actually. One particular passage comes to find frequently lately, and that is Philippians 4:6-9:

“Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.

And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.” KJV

AND THE PEACE OF GOD- did you catch that? All I have to do is make my request known to Him and His peace will be with me!! It’s definitely not a walk in the park for me, in fact, it is a constant conscious decision that I have to make to keep my heart and thoughts in the correct place, but when I do…. 🙂



One of my munchkins, affectionately known as mini (not so mini…) and once in awhile as velcro (separation anxiety…). This is one of the most convicting photos I have; his eyes reach to my soul every time and remind me of what is truly important.

I Just Don’t Understand

This blog is part vent, part rambling, part je ne sais quoi. Every once in a while I get the urge to look back and find friends I’ve lost touch with over the years. People who were raised with the same beliefs and values. Unfortunately, I am constantly surprised at what I find when I finally do catch up with these old friends and acquaintances. Many of them have made life decisions so far away from the way we were raised that I have to question, did I ever really know them? What happened that they now think this is ok? Why does everyone look the other way and act like this is normal? Am I the one stuck in time, antiquated and Nancy Nazarene (I’m Baptist by the way, but Betty Baptist just doesn’t sound right)? How do I tell them I still love them, miss them, pray for them, but I’m sorry I won’t let my children be around you? 

I’m not perfect (and I’m pretty sure God just choked when I put myself and “perfect” in the same sentence), I have fallen short so many times and am a sinner just like everyone else. However, I am consistently drawn to Romans 12:2 “And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.” Friends, we have no choice to be in the world, but we can consciously choose each and every day to not be of the world.

If you are one of these people, know that I do love you, I am interested in your life, I do want the best for you… but don’t expect to babysit for me. Harsh? Yes, I’m sure.