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ready for battle

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Sometimes there comes a moment where enough is enough.
You just cannot slump around anymore.
You will not whine or complain or mope one more minute.
There MUST be an end, and you will find that end no matter what it takes.

There also comes a time when you finally realize that a pill or a book or a person or a purchase is not going to fix you.
In fact, deep down you know that nothing out there will ever be able to fix or complete you.

And you’ll come to know…it’s only up to you.

And so you pick yourself up and you just. get. ready.

Ready to battle.
Ready to take responsibility and ready to make changes.

You stand before the mirror, and you acknowledge that only you see what’s before you….
what is inside you….
and only you can make the next step.

You may not feel ready.
You may not feel equipped.
But know that He is, and He is with you….ready to tackle it by your side.

He is just waiting, has always been patiently waiting, for you to make that first step.

And the time is now.

Take His hand and take the leap.

It’s time to fight, and grow, and learn, and take responsibility.
It’s time to DO THE WORK.
And do it daily.
Hourly.
Even minute by minute in the moments you must.

For we will ALL be stronger and wiser and happier simply because we refused to give up.
We wouldn’t give in.
And we will know we fought for ourselves, for our life, for our family, for our soul.
So, make a list, write a letter, be accountable, laugh.

Every day laugh….

But most importantly, whatever it may be…
BEGIN TO MAKE A CHANGE.

And never stop fighting.
Never give up.
We are not quitters.
He thought us worthy to live,
so begin today to live a life that is worthy.

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© 2013 “Le Musings of Moi”

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life is changing & i’m telling the story

It’s been a long few years.
{a long life?}Among the joys and blessings there have also been a lot of struggles, a lot of character building, and a lot of very humbling moments…
And yet, when something amazing and perfectly fitting comes along in your life, you realize all the many reasons God allowed you to walk the road you did.With time, experience and a teachable heart, comes perspective and wisdom.

I’m learning that ever so slowly.

God is doing something in our family.
Something exciting and big and a little bit scary.
And I’ve shared a little, but there’s so much more…

There are times I simply want to leave my heart to words written, but in this case, I want so badly to be able to sit down with each and every one of you and share all that is in my heart.
Just the way I have done with my closest friends since being home.

And so this video is just that.
Grab your tea.
It’s time for us to chat, friend to friend.
Cause I’m fixin’ to tell you my story….

For more information on how to support this Childrens Heritage Foundation Orphanage project or if you’d love to get involved yourself click here.

My good Friday experience post

Journal Entries/Blogs from our trip

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Music in the video by Kyle Hildebrand (Simple Song)

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major haul goodness! conscious box, influenster & then target happened!!!

I love PACKAGES IN THE MAIL.  It’s absolutely the best day ever….especially when it’s combined with an accidental Target shopping day.  Here’s all that I got and some mini reviews on stuff I already tried!  (and then the next day I made some returns out of guilt.  sigh.)

And then….

3 MUST HAVE Items for your next Amazon order.

Tinkle brushes are only $3.99
And my kindle cover was $12.99

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And if you have suggestions for what you want to see, let me know in the comments!!!

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cause baby we were born that way

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“I’m just a girl in the world.”
“I’m sensitive and I’d like to stay that way.”
“Cause baby, I was born this way!”
“So, thanks for making me a fighter!”

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I’m a sensitive girl.
I’ve been told so many times by people I love that I’m too sensitive, that I need to grow a thicker skin.
I’m too much of this, and not enough of that.

I’ve always felt ashamed of my tears.
Of my heart.
Of the way I feel strongly, of the way I feel emotions.

I have tried to mask it.
Tried to squash it.
Tried to build a wall so high and so deep that nobody would be able to see the sensitivity still hiding behind it.

And then one day I met someone who spoke something into my life that truly made a lasting impression on my heart.

“You are sensitive!  And I love that about you.  Because it’s exactly how God made you and exactly how He wanted you to be.  There is a purpose for your sensitivity, so never let anyone tell you that this is something that is wrong with you.”


I felt such a freedom when I heard her say those words.
For once someone saw through the walls.
Someone saw through the mask.

And even when she saw the real me, I was still lovable.
To her, it was good.


And then I thought, if this one woman could see through to the real me and see that it was good, how much more so does God feel that way about his very own creation?

As women, I think we have been confused.
We think we need to be something other than how we were created.

We are told to be this or that.
That we aren’t enough.
That we need to be more.
Try harder.
Be stronger.
But not so strong.
Softer.
But not too soft.

It’s conflicting and confusing and we are left standing helpless wondering what to do with the “mess” inside that doesn’t seem to fit what the world expects of us.

And that’s the trouble.
We are looking to the world, to our family, to our friends… to define us as women.

And we feel ashamed if who we truly are doesn’t match up to the standards set upon us.

But the truth is, we are each made unique by our Creator.

Despite how different we all may be, at our core, we are all still exactly who God created us to be for a purpose.

It’s okay for some of us to be stronger than others.
And it’s okay for others to have a softer side instead.
Sometimes, we may find we are a strong mix of both.

Some of us cry easily, others hardly at all.
Some of us love fashion and shopping, still others prefer a simpler approach to beauty.
Some get giddy in dresses and heels, others cringe at anything other than jeans and flats.
Some scrapbook, some sew, some work, some stay home, some want kids, some don’t, some marry, some aren’t, some cook… and then believe it or not, some are allergic to the kitchen….(ahem.)

There are so many ways, so many beautiful ways, that we as women were made to be different.

I believe that the Proverbs 31 woman isn’t meant to intimidate us.
I feel she is meant to unite us.
To show us all the ways a woman can be.

Strong and capable.
Fun and entertaining.
Crafty and caring.
Wise and charming.

My prayer is that we would be freed from the chains of the labels we have latched on to.
That we wouldn’t let the world or the church or anyone else for that matter tell us that we need to be something other than what God created us to be.

Know who you are in Christ.
Embrace how He created YOU to be.

And never be ashamed.
Romans 12: 4-8
4 For just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, 5 so in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. 6 We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us. If your gift is prophesying, then prophesy in accordance with your faith; 7 if it is serving, then serve; if it is teaching, then teach; 8 if it is to encourage, then give encouragement; if it is giving, then give generously; if it is to lead, do it diligently; if it is to show mercy, do it cheerfully.


© 2013 “Le Musings of Moi”

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my spring beauty regimen

While I love my winters and the joy that comes with hiding within my home and staying warm covered in layers of clothes… I must confess that I really do love Spring just as much.

It just feels kind of like a re-birth, you know?  Like a New Year, but not?  You “get to” shed the winter weight and layers, and begin the prep work needed to head into summer.

Because really, isn’t that what Spring is all about?  Three months to prepare your body and mind for summertime???

So, when I begin to see the sun shining and hear the bird chirping, I know it’s time to get my body all prepped up….
And, of course, it all starts with my hair.

Doesn’t everything?

While I love to add some warmer lowlights during the colder months, as soon as I feel the warmth of the sun, I know the inner Bold Blonde in me needs to come out.  My hair colorist is warned, and together we plan the event.

Yes, I said event.

On top of that, it’s also my time to get on top of all necessary grooming.  I get my tinkle brushes out for a fresh face shave (you need this, trust me.).  I get my waxing appointments scheduled, and I start to shed whatever I was able to hide in the winter.

Maybe nobody noticed then, but do everyone a favor, and groom now.  The warm month fashion trends aren’t so forgiving.  Have you seen those tiny lace shorts???

And then finally, I realize that it’s not a good time to blind the people around me wearing shorter skirts, so I start trying out every bronzer and self tanner recommended on the Beauty Blogs I trust.  This year, it was all about the Jergens Natural Glow line.

As I mentioned before, using these products has totally helped create a bronzed glow without looking totally looking like an orange.

Bronzed glow=good.  Orange=not good. (although, I would just recommend using these products year round, because you never know when people will accidentally see those pasty legs of yours.  awkward!)

Once I’m blonde, groomed and glowing, it’s then all about finding some bold and bright colors for makeup and fashion so as I feel just as fabulous as the weather and blooming flowers.
{Sometimes I can’t resist a cheesy line…}

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So, there you have it.  The secrets behind my Spring Beauty Regimen.
Now tell me, what are yours???

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This is a sponsored conversation written by me on behalf of Jergens. The opinions and text are all mine. Official Sweepstakes Rules

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belated april favorites: beauty & books

The latest on my Le Musings YouTube Channel.
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if tomorrow never comes

I’m guilty of sometimes getting caught up in the tomorrow’s of life…in the what if’s and what I need to do’s….

I think and worry about how my kids will turn out, how our finances will be, where we will live and where I will work.

I pray for the future, I pray God will protect us, and I ask for guidance.

And recently in these times of prayer I have noticed God prompting me towards the thought, “But what if tomorrow doesn’t come?”

The more the thought comes to me, the more I spend time in deep consideration over it.

We hear it all the time, “Live as though today were your last.”
People have bucket lists, take chances, and think this means they should live freely because tomorrow isn’t promised.

But I’ve begun thinking a little deeper than just what activities I’d want to do if my tomorrow didn’t come….and instead started wondering how and where I’d want to be on my last day?

How would I want to have been acting? Treating people?  How would I want to have spent my time?

If I knew my days were limited….
I can tell you, I wouldn’t jump on a plane to somewhere tropical.
I wouldn’t go eat chocolate cake and pizza just because I could.
I wouldn’t jump out of planes or rush to get tattoos….

I would instead desire to make every last moment count.
I would love my kids and husband in a way that they would always remember.
I would spend hours on my knees worshiping the Lord and praying for those I love.

I’d no longer put off calling and telling the ones I love what they mean to me.  I’d instead make the time and effort to make sure they knew.
I’d laugh easier.
I’d forgive immediately.
That fight wouldn’t be so important after all.
I’d see beauty where before I’d seen hopelessness.
I would hug tighter.
I would love without hesitation.
I would make the most of my days instead of wasting them.

In essence, I would live each day the way Jesus intends us to live all our days.
For Him.

Loving and serving and remembering that right now, it’s not about us.
It’s not about tomorrow.

It’s about right now, this moment in time you have been given.

If you knew it was your last moment, your last day, your last week or month….how would you live differently?

Would that fight matter?
Would your grudge seem silly?
Would your patience last longer?
Would you spend money differently?
I pray that we’d all be able to stop and think….what if this was it?
And then live and LOVE as though it was.

You guys, that is a truly a life well lived.

© 2013 “Le Musings of Moi”

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just please…put it down


A sob catches in my throat and I blink quickly.
My heart begins to quicken and slowly I hang my head in shame.
Heavily my eyes begin to close which only releases my once contained tears.
It’s dark and everyone sleeps.
My world is quiet, my mind is not.
All the stuffing, literally and emotionally, begins to bubble over my tightened lid.
I long to write.
To search.
To dig.
Simply just to understand what is happening.
And for the first time in a place like this, I find there is nothing.
There are no words.
I type only to go back and erase.
All the images, the emotions, the regret and pain, hope and sorrow all jumble together to form something not a single word can capture.
Yet, I hear in the midst of all that confusion… a still small voice.
It wants to calm me.
It longs to comfort me.
It wants to take away all the guilt and shame…
That much I know.
But, I have piled on so much over the months that I can barely hear.
Besides, I have found comfort elsewhere, and this voice is now less familiar.
How quickly it becomes unfamiliar.
I have been craving…
Every day.
Every night.
I crave.
But tonight?
Tonight I hear Him.
“Put it down.” He whispers.
“Enough.”
There is no condemnation.
Not a hint anger.
But I feel His sadness.
I’ve been lost and hurting and stuffing…
all the while there He stood with arms open wide…
…only to watch me walk away towards false comforts.
What He must feel to love someone so much He died for them…
And yet stand there completely absolutely abandoned…
Still here He is, whispering His heart of unconditional Love.
“Beloved, I never walked away, I’ve been here all along.  Simply waiting.  Just please…put it down.  Take my hand, and let me be your comfort and healing from this moment on…”
And finally I hear Him.
So I’m listening.
I’m putting it down.
And instead I grasp His hand.
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And I realize…
That is why I had no words.
Because He needed a chance to speak His.
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© 2013 “Le Musings of Moi”

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bathroom prayers produce joy…eventually

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She didn’t know it, but the words she spoke to me would make me smile for many days to follow.

“Summer!  I’m so happy to see you, and you just look SO happy!!!”

She said it a couple times throughout the night, and each time I wanted to reach out and grasp her words and hold them tightly, never letting go.

It had been an emotionally draining day.
Few days actually.

I had just been dealing with misunderstanding, deep hurts, and hard decisions…and I felt as though my heart might actually crumble into little pieces.

And yet, somehow in the midst of all the gunk….
I knew I would be okay.

I wasn’t feeling tormented.
Or angry.
Or in any way confused by God’s plans with my life and friendships.

I wasn’t any of those things, because I had been in prayer.
Every.  Single.  Day.
Specific prayers.
And the issues I was dealing with were actually just a couple of those exact prayers I had been “circling” each and every day.

I didn’t doubt for a moment that God was at work.

Yes, I was hurting.
Yes, I felt lost.
Of course, I wanted to make things go my way initially….

But when I heard her words…. “You just look SO happy….” it hit me.

Maybe in that moment I didn’t exactly feel happiness…
my current circumstances were far from happy…

But what I’m sure she saw that night,
was Joy.
Joy despite my circumstances.

This had just been another prayer of my heart for far more days than I could even remember.

They had been the Bathroom floor kind of prayers.

And hearing her words alerted me to what has been bringing a smile to my face in the most random of moments.

Another prayer answered.

I’ve found my joy.
I have been blessed with the biggest answered prayer of my life.

It’s not always perfect, this life….
But when you are filled with the Joy of the Lord….everything really is that much better.

It’s simple.
You cling to Him.
You cry out to Him.
You look ONLY at Him…

and there is it.

Joy.

© 2013 “Le Musings of Moi”

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the homeschooling mirror

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I thought for sure I began homeschooling simply for my kids.
There were so many reasons and I knew there would be so many benefits.

I had no idea that in the process there would be a gigantic mirror held up to my heart showing me all the “junk” I had hanging around in there.

There was a day about a week ago when I reached my limit.
I had homeschooled long enough relying on my own strength, and God allowed me to crash and burn.

My spirit was broken and I knew it was time to submit to God’s way.

There was brokenness, but the brokenness was what finally lead me to repentance.
And I realized God absolutely called me to homeschool for now, He just never called me to do it on my own.

Not only do I need to rely on Him….

…I also need support.
From my husband.
From other homeschooling moms.
From my friends.

And thankfully He has blessed me with such incredible and supportive friends.
Ones that homeschool, and even ones who don’t.
Ones who listen and support me and challenge me.
Ones who understand my free time/social life is limited and make adjustments to see me anyway. 
One who stand by my side and pray for me and tell me I’m still doing a good job…
….even when I’m certain I’m not.
They have been my reminders from God letting me know yes, I’m human and sometimes fail, but even in that, I am still loved.
How grateful I am for those anchors.
They remind me there is still redemption.

But mostly, I need to remember I can’t get through a DAY without HIM leading it right from the start.

Still.
I’m not perfect.
I have to take lots of deep breaths.
I have to say a lot of “I’m sorry’s.”  “Mommy’s mess up too.” And “Will you please forgive me’s?”

We pray together.
A lot.

We have to in order to get through it all.

But even on the hardest days I don’t doubt this calling for a moment.
(ok truth. i do in SOME moments, but they’re fleeting.)

It is for me.
For my babies.
For my family.
For my relationship with the Lord.

It’s all these reasons and more.

I take it day by day….
And He carries me through.

If only I remember to let him.

© 2012 “Le Musings of Moi”

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