Month: April 2017

House Hunting and Hope Reins.

Y’all. My husband and I are in the process of buying a house (house hunting currently…not nearly as fun as HGTV makes it seem!). It is rough. The magnitude of this decision is so overwhelming if I think about it too much. Where? What? Renovate or move in ready? Yard? Subdivision? And what about the moment you think you know exactly what you want, have the spreadsheet with everything listed out, and then you see a house that is nothing like it but you love it anyway?

So, I stop. I put down. And I pray, remembering: “For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” (Jeremiah 29:11). Immediately I start to feel calm, to feel peace, and to know that it will all work out as planned — and in a way that will be greater than I could have ever imagined.

Switching gears. Last Friday, I was lucky enough that a friend on Facebook shared a news story about an organization called Hope Reins (  — while my goal was to give the best, most correct information in this post, please check out their website for more info and details!). They are an incredible organization that uses (mostly) rescued horses to provide equine therpay to children ages 5-18 who have suffered some nature of trauma or grief in their life. Their services are completely free to families. They proved “listeners” for the parents/guardians while the child is in their session, and “play pals” for siblings to offer fun and games during their siblings’ session times. The horses are, for the most part, rescued from abuse and therefore give the children something they can relate to and talk to with complete freedom, complete safety. 

They were holding a fundraiser on Saturday morning called “Hoofin’ It for Hope” — a one mile hike around their ranch, learning about a few of the chilidrens’ stories, and learning about volunteer opportunities and what they do. I felt in my bones I had to be there. Thankfully, my Aunt Pat (who is, truly, the best aunt in the world), was kind enough to spend her Saturday morning there with me on incredibly short notice. I was so thankful to not have to go alone. It was amazing. The work they do is amazing. And it is exactly what I want to be a part of. 

If you are looking for an organization that holds God at the center, serves children and families, saves animals, or any combination of these things — this is one worth your donation or your time. I’m planning to spend this Saturday morning (4/29) there, helping out and going through the process to become a volunteer, and if it’s something that sounds like it would interest you, I’d love to have you join me!! Reach out and let me know! 

Be happy, friends. Find your thing. When you see something that you can’t stop thinking about, that you feel deep down in your bones is right, go for it — no matter if it’s a volunteer opportunity, new career, family opportunity, whatever! You can never be wrong when you’re following God’s calling for you (more posts on this to come!). 



Speak Life and Truth.

A woman who is wild for God knows the eternal power in her words and uses them carefully and passionately with those around her.” — Jess Connolly, Wild and Free, pg 137.

I love this. The words we use hold incredible power and we need to use them wisely. Truth be told, this is something I have always had to work on — not always what I say, but how I say it. It’s amazing how I can find the perfect thing to say that can build someone up so much they feel like they’re floating or cut some one down so far they feel buried underground. I’ve worked so hard to be mindful of this and really focus on building others up. 

My mom started teaching us this at a really young age — that the tongue is the most powerful muscle in your body, because once something is said, it can’t ever be unsaid. Forgiven, sure. Forgotten? Not really. Think about it. Do you remember every time (or even half the times) you fell and scraped a knee, or were hit by a sibling or friend, or every time you were grounded? Probably not. But, I bet you can recall just what your friend said in middle school that constantly caused you to question your place in the friendship, or the words a parent/sibling used that made you worry about your weight or appearance, or the words YOU used that hurt someone else (or whatever the examples may be for you). 

Your words matter. Today, I’m using mine to encourage an 8-year-old at soccer practice and to breathe perseverance into a husband who has one month left in a hard semester on top of new responsibilities at work. 

How are you using your words to build others up and breathe life into this world?